You stand in God's hands,
his struggle, his land.
You see his body and his character has touched them.
But he refuses, to touch your bruises.
His lips are cracked and his mouth it fucking oozes.
It's getting plain, insufficient pain.
I'd like to be, cowardly and free.
His moral standpoint,
has grown a distance in between what you believe and your resistance.
And my dog bites, harder and cuts right,
in opposition to a woman in defeat's life.
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