Starving thieves
Selling lies
I’m your buyer
Try to pocket my love
But it’s too big to hide
Inflicting the naive
Such a sweet and dangerous game
Oh but how we like to play
A poor, little, dirty mind
Can’t keep my hands and feet
Clean
Where’s my virtue
Didn’t mean to hurt you
Love is dead inside me
I’m giving birth daily
Turns out God’s a liar
A perfect being
Could never father
Such an awful child
~A.M. Troester, An Awful Child (A Siren’s Hymnal)
Only the dark side of pain can create such beautiful words.
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