The doing of God’s work:
Don’t let the world turn your stone
into manna, as if such an origin
was never after your life [since the beginning]. I know
that pain.

You were born an orphan;
a miracle baby born
from a bastard force that has no
beginning or end. Don’t let the human mind
distract you. Don’t let this crooked reality
fool you.

Do you feel baptised, in the head,
by the raging voices that segregate you
from the holy ghost? Now the doves mourn
and disappear, unfettered.

Don’t succumb to these turn of events;
nothing (here) is hypothetical. Your role
on earth was never yours to unlearn.
Last edited by Bleed Away at Feb 17, 2015,