Proverb The one who stabs you in the heart is always the first to pray for healing and forgiveness. Five Questions How am I expected to simply step out the front door and interact with the world as if any of it truly matters anymore? Is the ability of everything to persist in the face of it all a signal of its inherent strength or nothing more than a mockery? How do you look your children in the eye and tell them that they are waking up in a world that has ratified its hatred and disregard for their very being? Is it just a question of building whatever you can out of the ashes that remain and nothing more than that? Does it become, at a certain point a sin to tell your children that it’s all going to be okay? Epitaph To my sons, who fought so mightily to make it into this world just as we were allowing it to end: I’m sorry that we couldn’t save it in time, or greet you with anything more than further struggle. I’m sorry we failed. Survival Guide One does not find common ground with the poison that courses through their veins. After you have sucked it out and spat it upon the ground like a curse, you chop off the limb and cauterize the wound. Benediction I sometimes wish that the savior you follow was real so that you could be forced to live through the sharp sting of his disappointment; his bitter regret at having chosen you.
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