and the holy scriptures
we’ve hung around her neck,
nothing but broken shoelaces!
wars fought in her name,
used condoms cast to the side.
tainted morality in her image,
burns like old photos on the fire.
she’s not buying it!
bird nests made of straw,
human nests made of concepts.
love itself doesnt wear clothes,
cant be spoken…
it must be lived!
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