THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE

21.08.09 . 10:20 pm

I dreamed we were at war, at home in our neighborhood, and I was in the center of it all.

And those bruised and bloody stumbled into our home and we tried to help them there.

And I fell to my knees, threw my weapons to the floor, at the feet of my enemies, begging for the life of my friend, take me, kill me please, just give him back to me.

But they took him anyway.

And we looked everywhere for the body and could not find it anywhere.

And at the altar, my back to the congregation, I knelt amongst the company of the righteous, dead and alive and struggling to fight, because I knew no one but god could touch me there.

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