All God's children,
resting on both their
knees,
doing whoever
they
please,
thrusting boredom away,
dismantling the moonbeams,
dissolving the winter wind,
with a pitiful howl.
We suckled teats,
we dragged our feet,
now we *****
black comedy,
and pace perpetual in the valley.
All God's children,
lifting their hands to the plasma screen,
drinking their own blood,
and feeling
perfectly
guilty
for it.
Sep 4, 2010
Sep 4, 2010 at 12:21 AM UTC
All God's children,
resting on both their
knees,
doing whoever
they
please,
thrusting boredom away,
dismantling the moonbeams,
dissolving the winter wind,
with a pitiful howl.
We suckled teats,
we dragged our feet,
now we *****
black comedy,
and pace perpetual in the valley.
All God's children,
lifting their hands to the plasma screen,
drinking their own blood,
and feeling
perfectly
guilty
for it.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
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