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Bless this vapid man
Ripped apart by this world,
Sewn back together with sin

Ragged I stand before a crucifix

Prayers upon the rocks
These words are meant for a higher power
An actual power

How often dead saints are the go between…

I have brandished these feeble words
The glint of cleverness has dulled

Scrape the remaining meat from my bones
Societal vultures
Rape me no more

A rose amongst the dandelions upon this ashen earth
How the silence calls me

Your voice it is a whisper
Greater than my scream

This vapid man be blessed
Lest vapid this man be













- j.g.smith (19/08/07)