By Brian
My love, My angel, my sweet. Choose your life and choose the line in your life. Seize the hook by the line. I have seen the future, I have seen the past. Love me for who I am and set the blankets on fire. Leave your life within the dark dank bowels of hell. Tell me of your pale blood mixed with the sweat of life, suck bare nipples on concrete statue's. Do you feel the earth when she breaths?
God is a woman living in Alaska followed by children crying tears of bitter wine. The dogs of the company licking puddles of tears whining in the snow. We laugh at the people we know not thinking of the feelings we hurt. Surgeons and priests flock to the bus wreck dead adults and children litter the seats, the driver swears he only had two beers as the cops lead him to a car. A few more souls to feed the cats. We look upon death in our world as if it was a Sunday communion, no meaning, no caring. Children killing children, moms killing moms and dads crying upon their coffins. Wondering what the hell did they do wrong.
My love. Wash away the sickness, wash away the pain. No love, no life. The things we brush off does not go away. The things we embrace stay and flourish. If you want death, you may take it. If you want pain, there is plenty. If you want love, you must chase it.. catch a glimpse.. that's it.. now hold it.. make it grow.. feed it.. wash it.. it takes work.. it takes trust.. understanding.. Help it.
My love. My sweet. My greatest accomplishment in this world is our love.
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