these have been the saddest, darkest days of my short life
walden freeman
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as i squinted
sun bruning my retinas
windshield turning silver
i began to ponder the
what good is a god
with a plan
while a billion men pray
like a billion bees busy buzzing
their summer
electric powerline orchestra
as if one could be discerned
from another
god, like a collicky restaurant patron
surrounded with dirty napkins
sweat beading on his forehead
mouth stuffed as he
complains to the waiter
is too concerned with himself
to notice anything else
and as for me
i lived to see myself survive
sun bruning my retinas
windshield turning silver
i began to ponder the
what good is a god
with a plan
while a billion men pray
like a billion bees busy buzzing
their summer
electric powerline orchestra
as if one could be discerned
from another
god, like a collicky restaurant patron
surrounded with dirty napkins
sweat beading on his forehead
mouth stuffed as he
complains to the waiter
is too concerned with himself
to notice anything else
and as for me
i lived to see myself survive
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce