stealth bomber
by: poetic abortion (11/12/2007, 4:35 PM)

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so you think of yourself as a martyr
all pretty and pure, God loves you and all
yeah, well, so do I

but I guess our idea isn’t exactly the same
since, you know, you are dead and
I’m still breathing

‘cause I think the hardest thing in the world
is to keep on breathing (for you, God; like you
told me too, little girl in her mama’s womb)
rather than stop (and turn blue)

but, then again, I could be wrong
God hasn’t called in a few years now