I Wish I Could Protect All The Children

God. I do.

From the invisible hands that steal the night into a standstill

Even the visible digits are stealthily mystifying

Reaching out as if the bait is open for all the callousness and upheaval laying in wait

As the years of sweating and swearing for answers climax into the jugular of the devourer that cleans itself each time the mess of disruption unleashes liquid fury

The designed pattern of evidence is clean

But you are not.

The soiled loins of brutal ecstasy drip with renewed longing for the next and the next

And the one before you now

You biblical reject…

Oh the children! Oh my Lord.

I want to save them. It’s too late for me.

But let’s save them

Them. You. Me. We. They.


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