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The strings breathe sound into the air
the guitars mouth reeks of we never were
its breath smells like regret
the man lights a cigarette and the smoke gets entangled with the music
the two transform and morph into a creature with a heart bigger than his fist is
hands that were always held open
more used to being taken than to take from
my father believes that you have to steal from the world what god allows and destroy the rest of it
hands
fists
the smoke cloud expanded into a child
limbs longer than Satan’s lies
a long face that held a slingshot mouth with a tongue made of rocks that were born in misleading characters
it speaks not our language and not the truth
Unholy as the winds of the guitar that opened up its ribcage and stuck a stick of dynamite the color of silence
that’s what all this sound is
silence
the chemical reaction of religion and human nature
pollution of the soul, the kind of thing that gods people destroy
me and my fathers relationship is made of silence
every time he hid under the night sky like a sin stained parka the save him from the holy rain
and strummed his guitar with hands that had the imprints of a crusade carved across his palms
strong hands that choked the god into my smoky ribcage with his music
strumming softly that sound echoed and became a natural disaster in the cosmos and I plummeted to earth
fell flat into the ground that has no love for things unholy and looked into his eyes
they looked like suicidal hurricanes
they reflected everything I fear
they burned away all my excess, shaping me into a david
he pulled a book from the mouth of his stormy eyes and it made my heart bleed murder
and so I thought its better to assassinate the book before he murders my humanity
I haven’t seen him since, I haven’t passed the choked ground where I first landed and joined the earth as an infidel
I don’t look at raindrops, they look to much like my brothers
The way my tears take the form of humans I prefer not to cry,
Crying brings back ghosts drowned in holy water
Everything that comes from the sky makes my heart bleed
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