i can’t keep writing poems about guns and i can’t keep writing songs about blood the thesaurus only has eight synonyms for evil and eight for apathy and nineteen for selfish but eighty six for this year’s mass shootings i can’t keep talking about bullets repetition is an empty act for an empty people hungry for violence and thirsting for power there is no limit to cruelty when equated with freedom and no limit to murder when equated with god christians own more pistols than jesus but he can’t be perfect in every way and when constitutional rights become heavenly righteousness there’s no longer a need for satan because america runs hell just as well as him
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And yet, as long as such words can still touch some - there is hope.