Tracks on God’s Arms

Tracks on God’s Arms

God left the building for a brief period, today

all the heroin addicts and anyone,

with even a single single scar on their wrist,

came home, finally

everyone put down the needles and razors

and finally ate up the solace of the day

you can see a sight like never before;

everyone dumping the baggies of cinnamon down the drain

all because God was gone,

searching for something black and bitter

while we all rejoiced

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