by Odimer   Aug 25, 2017

My God,

I am a glutton for your touch, but
I curse your name as I glorify your voice
Because I love me when I am angry- around you, about you.
I dream of the fear you arouse in my soul while I lay in bed with the hopes you’ve laid the foundation to.
I lust for the faith you gave-you took, you take, you threw away.
My body hungers for your love, I’m starving.

I pray you bless me – not with strength – but sweet death.



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