The sins in me
I live in the trenches but there are homes for people like us

And interest in this mischief that is an acting out plague

Do you claim the space that you own? Or is Life one big exit wound

Do you act out right?

The pig in me

I live underground but I can still hear the bombs falling on the trenches I once called home

My gaunt body knocking together to create a symphony that secures me some time away

Do you live on another world? Or are those others planets scientist speak of just man made pearls

Do you live by your word?


I’m numb

My mysticism goes as far as I can see

And I’ve gone a long way to see something that would make my heart beat again

Do you believe in god? Or is he what’s on the cover of the next magazine?

Will I burn in hell?

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