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One moment a dark room

Candles soothing

The next

A bright blinding bike ride

 

Sage burns

Clouds cover a multitude of eyes

Whispers can be heard for miles at a time

 

Fat rotting

With pearly doors and posts

Silence stands while noise falls

 

Bright colors

Flashes of pink, blue, yellow

I can’t hear the lips speaking in front of me

 

Small bags

Gifts covered in shiny colored paper

Plastic eggs

Thinking about rising men

Tired of all of this

 

They stole my people.

They stole my time!

Who really cares about a person rising from the dead?

This worship is not towards me

Stop it

STOP IT!

 

Bring back the yummy sacrifices

Bloods, guts, and MY adornment

 

please, please

i miss all of my children

why won’t you worship me

why won't you come to me

my children?

 

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