Judas was here,
and he kissed you with his finger.
And I know you felt it.
What a petty place to be,
inside of rough drafts with your name on the title;
amazed at what will make us so proud.
God,
throw it away because the author did not intend for it to be read
and
it will continue forever without a purpose or an ending,
and characters will suffer from the penmanship he's fleeting.
Please put an end to the endings that left you at home;
kept away from blasphemy, and sitting alone.
Or just get tipsy with your god;
he will be there for you when your Judas is gone and...
hiding
from
you.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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