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This is one half of a pair of poems I wrote on religion. The other is called "Hunger," and will be posted next (sometime this week). I posted a different version of this poem just a couple days ago, but took feedback into consideration for this cut.
It can be found here: Chains (original mix)
It can be found here: Chains (original mix)
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Lyrics
Prayer hungry and desperate she cries out
to gods she does not believe in.
“Have we done so badly by your sons?
The wolf and the snake prosper.”
It is always the daughters for which
one worries.
How long until Ragnarok?
She eats of the body and drinks of the blood,
knowing they serve better with malvern and garlic.
Her mother suckled her as a babe,
until she could speak and cry, “No more.”
It was her father who taught her to truly eat,
and know humiliation.
“Cover your nakedness
before you bring me to shame,”
coveting and repulsion weighing his
voice equally.
Such little wonder she is half alive!
“I am unfulfilled and too lonely.”
There is no response to this sacrifice of tears.
No guidance in the stars, no gods, no monsters.
So put paid to that bill,
call this one done.
Ask for forgiveness of yourself.
And run away.
Far away.
And pray for nothing.
There will always be an answer.
to gods she does not believe in.
“Have we done so badly by your sons?
The wolf and the snake prosper.”
It is always the daughters for which
one worries.
How long until Ragnarok?
She eats of the body and drinks of the blood,
knowing they serve better with malvern and garlic.
Her mother suckled her as a babe,
until she could speak and cry, “No more.”
It was her father who taught her to truly eat,
and know humiliation.
“Cover your nakedness
before you bring me to shame,”
coveting and repulsion weighing his
voice equally.
Such little wonder she is half alive!
“I am unfulfilled and too lonely.”
There is no response to this sacrifice of tears.
No guidance in the stars, no gods, no monsters.
So put paid to that bill,
call this one done.
Ask for forgiveness of yourself.
And run away.
Far away.
And pray for nothing.
There will always be an answer.
ktb
having just come from church and entertaining a long q&a from the
kids on religion i took refuge in this post. you have a lyrical touch and
the production was top notch.