Monday, January 4, 2016

I have nothing to say to the guardian angel

who leads me through one pile of shit

after another and shrugs and says 

oh it's God will

you were meant to suffer like this

then get the fuck lost

if you're not going to guard me

then who the hell really needs you?

I might as well fruitlessly appeal to God

and get the usual silent brush-off

you see it's hope that leads us astray

it's hope that rouses our mistaken penitences 

and no mercy or forgiveness for trying

but only having nothing to say to God angels or any one

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