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Torin Apr 2020
Bones and dust and dissonant notes
Only what I believe
With that whimpering hound in the street
Hungry as he is afraid
And covered in mange
I tried to look away
To the peddlers on the avenue
Fancy storefronts and window panes
Where I could hide away
Lord I had no hope
Lord I hid my faith
With the jewels and meat and wine
Knowing what I believe
Is a starving dog in the street
Beaten on and defeated
Castrated
I could only look away
To the mages and the court jesters
Moving men become images on screens
To occupy my mind
when there is no hope
Lord what is my fate?
Is it fires and bullets and the grave?
Is it anger controlling the world?
Demons whispering in our ears?
Pestilence and war
as we do as they bid
Keeping that dog hungry
Keeping that dog afraid
I only look away
Don't feed that dog
Not even the bones that we leave in the bin
Lord is this my fate?
I ask aloud with no one around
Save for the spirits that occupy the corners of the room
Of light and dark
Of truth and morality and a fire that starts from a spark
But with the lights on
Lord I show my faith
Because the energy flowing trough a cherry tree
That makes the flowers bloom
Should be the springtime of a life
and we shouldn't look away
We should give
As we give thanks for this food
It can be bitter but it can be sweet
With this bustling restaurant
With families and businessmen busy with their lives
Hustling and hurrying
The wait staff rushing food to hungry patrons
Food upon my plate
And I will pray
Lord I show my fate
I've fed that dog long ago
Took him in from off the street
Cared for him back to health
And gave him warmth and comfort
And he gave me love
and we should give
Maybe a little incomplete at the end. Idk I took like an hour on it and I'm tired now so maybe later I'll come back and change or add a few lines at the end. That's just how a thicc rolls
Ashley Williams Apr 2014
Unsurprisingly, I'm numb.
I suppose it hasn't hit me;
Then again, I'm emotionally thrifty
When Death swings his scythe.

So many people weep and wail,
Their arms flailing
As they cry and rail
Against the All Powerful.

Yet, I am empty.
I've been to funerals aplenty,
And I'm indifferent.
Death is inevitable--it happens to us all.

For me, it means a feast of fried chicken
And lots of finger lickin'.
I wrote this a few weeks ago after the death of my great-aunt. Not exactly a fitting tribute to her as a person, but funerals and all the post-death everything is for the living, not the dead, so I don't think she'd mind so much. Plus, she'd probably laugh at the title. :)

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