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The women in question


Bleeding into sound
she sits inside "her" church with "her" people.
As they sing the lord is amazing
While everybody's praising
as she starts to worry about herself raisin’
wondering if who she is, is really worth saving
She sees the choir dressed in golden and

red silk robes, and if you look close

enough you can see the tears of their

ancestors who cried because of their babies

who were taken away by a  white man dressed

in white silk robes and if you look even closer you can see that red blood

 dripping from a teens opened gun wound for trying to stand up in what he

believed in and yet her “people” wear them proudly thinking that “God” does

everything for a reason because he knows what’s always coming didn’t

know that God was a psychic “God is so faithful” they say but where was his faith for her!

Nowhere near her damaged soul

when she's at home she sits alone

thinking about the God she's supposedly known

but when she's in trouble she pleads

to her God yes she bleeds

for her God then she begins to think what the hell am I doing praying to some

"Almighty extraterrestrial being" the one who's supposed to save us all but when will he realize that huh?

when we all

start to crash and fall.

she contemplates unable to be true with herself about her own fate

her mama told her everyday "girl don't forget to pray"

"to who should I pray to" she wonders

there is no heaven but there is a hell and she  lives in it

so she gives her condolences to the ones who believe

when will they start to realize that God should be a fading dream

so while they stay she will fade into that lucid beautiful bleeding sound.

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