unto thee

you've been praying your whole life;

God, won't you please bless me?

well, darling, i am willing to give myself to you entirely

and if you ask me, that's a fucking blessing in itself.

you were broken

have been broken

will still be broken days from now and I,

I am willing to be the one who sweeps up the mess

you've made.

i want to be there the next time you pray;

God, why haven't you taken me yet?

 

 

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