The pieces a the puzzle
The jagged edges

The child friend wonders
Why you are not god
Why you are not godly
why it all stinks
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We are so poignantly silent !
So cowardly
So weak

We live in shadows
We fornicate with the strangest shapes

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The friendly little child!
She laughs at our follies
She dies for our mistakes!
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The child in the alley
Murdered
By our fear
Mutilated
By our greed