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Oct 2015
If there is a god,
he must be a coward.
He never shows his face
in our worst of hours.

There are no signs
pointing in his favor.
Maybe he's run out
on his terrible neighbors.

There is no creed
to our repentance.
We've all been born
with a life sentence.
Written by
Nick Burns  Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)   
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   Jesse Madison
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