God's Humor
lying on the ground
only hearing the sound
of my beating heart
with flesh ripped apart
screaming out in pain
sounds get muffled by the rain
veins can be seen
a knife stabbed in ur spleen
blood dripping on the floor
i don't wanne live no more
take my soul away
u start to pray
to the sun, rain or air
or to one that doesn't care
with all thats done to you
u get picked up for round two
sliced flesh everywhere
does ur god even care
ur in so much pain
let me pierce ur brain
finaly it's over u think
then u get a wink
from the sun, rain or air
i'll let u live in despair
with scars everywhere
to show u... i do care
poem by Paddy Jansen
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