They say, you get back what you give
But you know what?
The loyal people get betrayed
The big hearted people are heartbroken
The people with the most beautiful smile are hurting deep down
The most generous people never got someone who cared about them
The people that love the most were left alone too many times

But all of those people are who they are
Not because they want to, but because they
know what it feels like to be left alone

So they stay
Even when they’re whole world collapses
The stay to hold you’re pieces
They stay to fix you, while they’re a mess inside, while their heart scattered into a million pieces and no one cared, they stay - cause no one was there to hold their pieces

If milkmaids dance,
I haven't seen it.

That doesn't mean it doesn't happen
when I'm asleep
or dying.

If apples can be poisoned
I haven't tasted one.

That doesn't mean to trust your grocer,
lover,
or restauranteur.

Oh, you, decked in white blossoms like some ironic saint,
evangelizing my arms, my tongue, my will
like the loving dead.

I know now that I was kissing a corpse--
one heart beating for two,
pony for dray horse, dragging along.

I can't swear that I'll be smarter next time,
but I mean to be.

I 'll remember your face, your ways, your smile,
turn my head like a lady
and spit.

It was in a context of words only bound when spoken into existence. Then it became law.
Then it became the Word of Gods.
It became verses to memorize.
To live by.
A thing they coined as “the Narrative.”
Nazareth on steroids.
The birthplace of Saviors judicated in full force.
Henceforth, the Family Bible was conceived;
which was later put through much arbitration to become law.