take this day all ruins of our imaginary love for thee
none of it any longer matters to me--
I'm out on my ass looking for where I can stay--
you demand adoration and the totality of our love--
you demand we atone for all wrongs we have done--
you demand payments though we're broke from all we've won--
and yet no amendment for you is ever good enough--
now I'll catch hell for daring to speak true--
you Almighty sadly are no better than the rest of us--
you abandon us when all goings get tough
while you stand tsk-tsk-ing saying all that's owed is due--
well take it--take it--as if we'd power to bargain with you--
blame us all you want--it's your doing that we are through--
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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