Esta Bien, oye
They separated me from my mothers wombintroduced me to this world of doom
umbilical cord cut from my emotional
feeding tube...
I breath my first
and last breath.
I've been dying since day one...
A million people in this world
and not a single one can show me
what unconditional love is...
What it was
How it was formed
How it became so mangled up and
disfigured
No hands to help put together
a fraction of my life size puzzle
Each frame, each image, sorted out
one by one, alone, until I'm done
His kingdom shall never come
at least not while these eyes
are still open
If we truly have a purpose
lord, don’t you think
it’s time you showed us
what that purpose is
or was...
Or can you not come down off your cloud
are you just as distant as the rest of us
Maybe that’s why so many
of us are so lost...
We can't hear you clearly anymore
Brain storming...
Cut the ties that keep me held hostage
Chant until my meditation is broken by
my own screams..ahhh!
Mission is Possible
Mission is Possible
Break the emotional connection
the human bond....
The need to cause bodily harm
To this misconception of love
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