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The Cross I bear for the one you wear
By A poet of madness
You do not get to hold the gun
And pull the trigger too
You may find this statement ridiculous
I did once
When my eyes were closed
After all
You're just a hateful moron
The problem is
You're telling someone fires don't exist
And my theatre is fucking crowded
I'm choking on smoke
I'm starving and thirsting
For a concession stand I will never know
And you could help
But you choose not to
So
I repeat
You do not get to hold the gun
And pull the trigger too
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Copyright 2017 A poet of madness
Published on Saturday, August 12, 2017.
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Comments on "The Cross I bear for the one you wear"
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On Sunday, August 13, 2017, worm
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wrote:
allow me to hold the knife as you stab me... this is brilliant! ~worm~
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On Sunday, August 13, 2017, RetalicD
(27) wrote:
I like the way you express your anger ... this poem spoke to me.. i know someone like that too...
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On Sunday, August 13, 2017, ColourGod
(43) wrote:
Angsty. I like the gun metaphor.
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