From all his stations
He would never have
Wanted this.
From level one to seven
He never taught us this.
More bones:
Flesh seeped to dirt
More life:
Contorted, bilious,
Away from sunlight
Finding breath in the
Hatelight.
From all his stations
Did he ever want this?
If so, the wrong man
was followed.
Hollowed from out of date
Belief.
Here we are, born
From beyond sight.
Killed, fraught & alive
From all his stations, did
He ever figure this
From the still life
Does he look at us
In sourness
Or happiness
At our pornographic life
Our unbalanced mind.
From all his stations
Could he ever understand this?
And how does the
Fanatic see you ?
And how do the
Unbelievers feel you?
If only old books portray you
An out of date you.
From all your stations
How could you…?
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