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my father killed god

when I was a baby

i watched him

wondering why

i took a side

voiceless

the devil had arrived yet

what did i know

of what could happen

when the hands of men

were led sinister

following follower

to the wrong

destiny. what weakness

did one need possess?

to get in line with the wicked?

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timidity evoked the predator she didn’t trust

the light 

catching a glimpse 

her emaciated body forever

fetal couldn’t make small enough

 soft shell of sallow skin

a mind beaten as leather 

moth balls

 dried blood 

on her lips

 terror seen

 no relief air

filtered

 huddled contorted

she had the eyes of an animal waiting to die

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