God,

We are no longer on speaking terms.
I do not want
to hear from you.
I do not want anymore to
do with you.

You lied to me.
You punished me for believeing
you.

I turn my back first.
I hope you bleed for me.
I hope your light is dimmer now.
I hope your angels scream for me.
I do not care.

I will crucify myself,
I will be just fine.
This is our last conversation.
Good bye.

01/12/2002

Posted on 01/12/2002
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