Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

A Good Lil Girl

We are no angels,
Minions of torment,
Deciders of slits,
Pacing back and forth,
A design so faded,
I swear it's invisible.
The c(u)nt with the eyes,
Walk away.
They'll follow, to their demise,
A surprise they saw coming.
Oh how I want to be a follower!
Oh how I want to be a sheep
And not a wolf or a pig
But something mindless that
Gets devoured by poor choices.
I long to be in the
Same line as them,
Getting graded and
'A' rated,
Sent to their fates,
Delicately chosen.
I want to be mindless
And do as I'm told.
I want my life mapped out
By ghosts and grims,
Promising to be a
Good lil girl
So I recieve my just rewards,
Including the maggots and worms
That will someday
Burrow through my
Shallow casing.
No, we are not angels
Ripped of our wings,
Halo's disciplined away,
Harps traded in for
Cloven hooves, tails and horns
To create war and death,
Calling it peace and love.
We are not shapeshifters
Uniting in the name of a
God who refuses to
Show his face and give us
One last chance
At forgiveness.
What we are, what we've been
Has no name.
What we are, what we've been
Can't be erased.

July 8, 2009


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