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adults thoughts and suicides
His naked arms
Shouldn’t be porn to me.
People raised to fear
Their own thirst.
As something unnatural
Because God prefers one liquid to the other.
Little boys searching for the little girl they could love.
These little girls with androgens,
And they should have been seen as men all along.
Ghosts rise above the graves
The foot grasps that thing
With thumbs it did not know it had
And the penis sinks into a passion
A god would have condemned
If God was invented
By the godless idiots
Who embrace nothing
But that which died
With her gasping.
She died an illusion
And lives in someone else’s reality now
She isn’t scared that she could be defeated over there.
Here has been there
Fear has been forgotten.
The children with their adults,
Thoughts and suicides.
