the scummiest professions--
they want to protect you and help you--
they want you to live--
long enough for them to rifle your pockets
before leaving your corpse
on the roadside where other parasites
like judges and insurance men
can pick the remains clean--
and who will give succor?--nasty nurses?--
imbeciles in billing offices?--
bad luck of the draw shyster keeping his mouth shut?--
how about yourself--losing in small claims court
because the judge has a brother-in-law in the business--
or you didn't lick his nuts clean enough?
no succor--no mercy anywhere--and don't wait on God--
God weeps with us--isn't that comforting!--is that
a tower of strength and a shield for protection for you!
besides this is the way God wants it--it's how the whole damn thing
is built--God's Will is Vengeance--and he'll let you
dangle--ears stopped and immortal unlimited eyes shut tight!
God doesn't wish us to perish--but if we do the job to each other--
well...
I wasted a life loving the One--but no punishment
God could think up would beat my own pain of error
the unstoppable ache of consequence
or the utter death of faith--ashes to leave with these ashes--
and no hope for where I'll end up...
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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