zombies eat the living and ghouls eat
the dead and i ask which you're going to be
when they lower you into a hole in the ground

because there's no god, no jesus to save
you or any of us--
maybe i shouldn't have spoken out of anger,

but what did you expect when you came at me
once more with exhortations that i
"not do that"

when we've already had that talk,
a million times we've had that talk
and it end in the same way always,

with me not swayed and you not swayed and
the two of us exchanging the same ****
words we always do

when you've found i've injured your dead god,
your absent god, your non-existent god...
but maybe, too, you've forgotten

i used to be like you
all pious and looking at the yellow moon
shrouded in freezing clouds like

he had made it when all he had made
was a ******* mess of your life and mine--
and have i held my tongue?

for too long you know i have,
but i think you like it when i lash out
because it gives you just cause to lash right back

and we both know you're good at that, but
now the question is will you be good at it
when they're gnawing away at your face

and you've found you can do nothing about it,
or will you simply smolder as you curse me
for being right when i'd said it a hundred times

already: i never wanted
to be
right--


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