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Roof Leaks and the Weak
somewhere
a righteous man
in touch with the cloud clan
smiled upward
for all his fortune,
speaking in blessings
to the heavens..
until one day
a roof leak
formed puddles in his kitchen
and he slipped,
losing split-second sight
of his mission...
he packed his bags
and walked outside
to blame the skies.
as faith lay
broken in a thousand pieces
littered on the floor.
he stepped
onto barren land...
laid out a greedy demand
to the man with the masterplan --
holding shattered shards
in bleeding palms
he just cried
never knowing
he held the glue all along.
a bloody abortion
of the situational belief
once created
to maintain
sheets clean and dry,
sedated
on angel-twine clotheslines..
but he never anticipated
the rain...
and self-suffocating lies
undermined the power
of a tattered heart
so he sang
scapegoat songs
and just walked along.
selfishly bawling,
working ass backwards
away from his healing song.
and there were a million others
just like him
under the sun,
as they sat together
eating peanuts in the desert.
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while the true remain
in ripped seams
and torn sleeves
on sidewalks in the rain..
with hands weary
pushing shopping carts
of faith...
