Hell

weeping willow
I am in you
there in the midnight sky
my blood painted with your scars
burning in the fires of
blazing with the years of
collective insanity
beyond this world
i sit
in the cell all alone
and I dream of what freedom is
what that looks like
... not when one is oppressed to push others up
but
freedom for it's own sake
working itself out in love
a manifestation
of the chain breaking reality
of God
and the eternal mercy we all need
like water in the desert
like choking on the streets
like dying without love
adn the pain strangled with aches
the pushing
the bruising and the lights burnede out
and I digress
because if I don't get a sense of humor
my honesty might kill me
kill us all
break down the walls of our religion
and end
undone
in the throneroom of an Almighty God of Love
Whose jealous heart refuses
resists
rejects and rebels against
denial
denial
denial

there
shall
be
weeping
weeping
and gnashing of teeth
for
ever..

by Erik Larson

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