i loved a woman
lifetimes ago
whose palm bled when she threw her first in the air
her eyes full of passion
and her heart full of anger
she made me feel safe,
so one day i asked her
"How do you feel about god?"
she told me once,
"I do not believe in god. I do worship something that has given nothing to the world but hateful people."
i cried for endless hours
she stood for an antichrist movement
and she spoke words that felt like knives
i stood in the front row,
resenting my many lives
because when i saw god from her angle,
i began to hate being an angel
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some questions id ask my creator about the sun the moon and my place in between
Poetrysome poetry. some common themes are, DID (dissociative identity disorder, the spilt in someones identity which causes them to alter between multiple other identities. more formal term for multiple personalities.) religion (i am not religious, the ma...
