Thursday, January 22, 2009

Philosophies of God


I'm dead again and no one believes me. Why should they? The only proof I have is God. His sticky fingerprints all over my skin. But they don't show. When I take off my clothes for them it's just bruises. And missing clocks.

Alarms that never go off. Until after the fact.

He told me that the devil is just paper. He can break the skin, but he can't draw blood. He said, the devil isn't your enemy. Heaven is.

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