The Apology
Is the gun ever not cold?Lovers pricks the fingers old.
Trigger piggers snort the powder
Make the bang bang ever louder
Quitter's bitter vile contempt
Make their final glorious attempt
And whilst they fall like flour
To crush control their final hour
Break free from their human pod
Do you think they see God?
Do you think he greets them all
In midst of any fatal fall
Does time stop water flow
Do notes and whistles slow
Does he or she speak in rhyme
Inside his/her dilluted time
Do you think they see God?
Do you think he/she paints
With any artist's usual restraints?
Do you think he/she enjoys the sunrays
As we often do on morning mondays?
Do you think He criticizes
All creations he despises
Do you think She loves them?
Do you think they love Her?
Does She have any disguises?
Do you think they see God?
Do you think God apologizes?
Poetry by weirdzarun
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Written on 2008-11-07 at 04:47
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