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parasites

What if heaven
Is full of parasites?
Waiting to suck out
Your grace and good will
What if we salted
The earth tonight?
Laid on our weedless silhouettes
Fill the air with joyful tones

In the morning the cows will come
Bloodshot eyes and red with rage
Asking for details
Asking for bloodwork
Asking for evidence
Of grace and goodwill
They know, though they care not