with broken wings, with bruised hearts
& the
future is prisons, you see,
and the
future is loss
let go of
yr house, of yr
children,
but hang onto the hatred
that
defines you
give up
christ
give up
all those pretty songs
your
mother used to sing
close in
on holiness
like a
soldier taking aim
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