It floods your being
Like the ongoing struggle
between the angel and man
Falling into existence not knowing
who or why
As the questions set off a chemical reaction
inside your brain
your mom encloses you
keeps you safe from the angels
"Its not natural that we're here"
she says & doesn't skip a beat
"Religion is a portal in time like Chernobyl or accepting that it's ok to die"
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
It floods your being
Like the ongoing struggle
between the angel and man
Falling into existence not knowing
who or why
As the questions set off a chemical reaction
inside your brain
your mom encloses you
keeps you safe from the angels
"Its not natural that we're here"
she says & doesn't skip a beat
"Religion is a portal in time like Chernobyl or accepting that it's ok to die"
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