Posted in Prayers and the Sacred

Pariah (Forgive My Unbelief)

from where and when does it arise,
the broken record skipping
over the same lies
that you are ugly,
nothing more than a
pariah inside?

o beloved,
thou art known,
warts, fangs,
nails, talons,
and all
(such were the things that killed me you know)
(i was dead for little while anyways)
(and still i loved)

knowing this
and me
yet you still
choose to
believe the other

well i am here
waiting for you
to remove the needle
from the spinning disc
in your tortured brain

i have a new song to sing to you
a lullaby of love
do you hear me?


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