19.8.09

Scar.


What could be
should be something without fear.
Though this whisper is coarse,
to become more afraid than the children
with the ignorance raped
and the blindness scraped clean
To see is to understand
and to loathe in distance
and destroy in decision
The embrace of a wasted truth
and a false belief
to never swim in a saint's blood.
Never to speak of the rubbered flesh.

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