In Time All Stillness

Joyless to watch your loved ones in a cage, toyed
With by fate. A cause to blame the botched myths
Of good parents, a well notched body. And above

It all, a kind God. Scratch and find shit
And blood attached to crotch and dust. Hands
Can dispatch only foes out there. Can
Not catch the enemy sought.

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