Blessed is He

Blessed is he who doesn’t matter,
He who tortures and feeds cattle.
Him who allows grace in death,
Him who sets your life ablaze
With strong false allegations
About your demeanor,
About your past and present,
About the things that went missing.
Blessed is you…
Who was sold for lies,
Was told to simplify,
To hold onto a dying dream,
Even when in your nightmares you screamed.
And yet you opened your eyes
Only to cover them with flies,
Swarming for the cover,
Swarming like pretentious lovers.
So now die in vain
While multitudes die slain
In battle…
In horrendous, continuous slaughter.

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