A slight misstep in your stride and
you were down for the count
Gums torn, teeth shattered, sex organs
flopping sideways
Your anger had risen like the Good Lord on the
third day
The mark left gleams like a lamp at midnight
They all got their sharp licks in and
no one gave five shits about that karma you
were aching for
This is when faith shrivels up and decays,
like rotten fruits in the basket on the kitchen table because
nobody had the time to sit down and eat them

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