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Jun 2013
God, are you there
or are you listening from behind my own eyes?
Watching, waiting for me to sin
and shame myself.
Do you hear me?
I have sinned.
Do you have it to do
to strike me down, to burn me?
Or are you too lazy.
Or are you a hypocrite.

Or am I  merely screaming into a mirror.

If that is the case
I will be an Old Testament God
one who devoured ***** and Gomorrah
and who will drown herself
her sinning form
in blood.
Christine Eglantine
Written by
Christine Eglantine  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
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