Part 8: To Be Godless

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P.O.V ranges from girl's to narrator's in every poem.

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Just Pray.

That's what they said when she saw the woman she looked up to crying.

Just Pray.

That's what they reminded her when she saw the woman hurting.

Just Pray.

That's what they screamed when her family fell apart in front of her eyes.

Prayer

She hated that word with such a passion.

What did you ever do for me?

What did you do to ever help me?

Did you mend my family? No.

Did you give me what I asked for? No.

All you ever did was watch us crumbling apart

Then what's the use of praising you?

I guess this is how it feels

To be Godless.

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