what would I have to say
to get the sonic hounds of heaven
off my trail...my heels
a magnet for their incisors?
why waste your words?
God won't be happy
until you die of His judgement
(that wicked vengeance
that will not forgive
nor allow forgiveness or amendment)
you can do nothing that will help
being merely human and fucking up
yet again for all your sincerity...
the hounds close with their dripping fangs...
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