I hack at thee with unmitigated glee /
I attack your side, on't left /
You'll never escape me. You'll see; you'll see /
Without you, I'm bereft.
So I use you; abuse you; attack your shoulder blade hard /
Dig into your left flank low /
And work my way through your torso like butter or lard /
As you scream, "No".
How is this spot I chose above your left rib? /
Your antibodies are killing the pills the docs gave /
Who's idea was it to let you live beyond't crib? /
Must be Satan's, for now I can hit and deprave.
You squirm, and writhe under my pressure, yes? /
Your screams are wordless for you have no breath /
Am I wearing you down? I am, I guess... /
And you'd really much prefer death.
You removed my partner, the kidney stone /
So the job's left to me on my todd /
No solace even in food; you feel helpless; alone /
Just a Reaction, am I? No - I'm God!!!!
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I do hope Earth K. That you are healing and this pain will soon be a thing of the past. I have questioned God many times, regards to pain and suffering ect, I do not feel guilty for it.Its all part of being human isn't it ?...
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