when you hear my name

i wonder- when the people you’ve seen once upon a distant memory ask how i am, what do you say? do you say we don’t talk? do you say the truth? do you admit to your sins like a devil in the church- do you feel a charcoal burn on your soul when you see soul in the wind? the charred burn on my soul remains forever. a battle scar of your anger- our great war. i like to think we’re biblical, like my soul was the great garden you terminated with your unholiness, bugs crawling our of my beautiful garden of a soul- with the chemical burns of a thousand souls from your extermination.