songs we sang on sundays

prayer to clouds that don't listen

religious trauma and anger; my two favorite things :)

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Prayer to Clouds that don't listen

Heavenly father,

I've got a lover.

I am confused at what I am;

Oldest daughter, sacrificial lamb

Like the blood over alters

As if love fathers

Without the decay of flesh.

God bless

This house of anguish.

We pray over every meal,

Why am I still famished?

Look at how fucked up I am,

Look at me because god damn you made it-

Every sinew strung with hatred,

But no, please continue to see

The dark in me.

You took the lights, what else am I to be?

I will try in strife to stay alive.

Though this mind hums like a beehive and

Your skin hate where mine has been,

Something in me knows that this is not a sin-

That this is all we get.

I have survived your carving, bit by bit.

You served me up on a platter,

Watch as the grenade you made shatters.