all of mercy seems misplaced or I
don't understand the distribution of it,
seems I walk uphill until
the rock falls back down

or my faith is tested asking
me to sacrifice my son
to prove something
what,  needs proven to an all powerful
being

I got a little kitten , born two weeks ago ,
always the runt , so pretty
never hurt a god ****** soul,
even her mama's ****

now it is laying cold outside the realm
of mercy and I am the one
who has to bury her, and try to
deal with it.

Sometimes nature, if you explain it that way,
my forefathers words are a bit of
consolement, is cruel. The Eagle needs
to eat, and the wolf, and the

unspoiled perfects , the innocents must pay
the price, I get that, but no one
not a worm or maggot was going to
go hungry if that

little kitten had made it.