i am the son of god; the son of man; the son of abraham
he said to me through bloodshot eyes from a far-off land
he said to me - plastic prayer beads in hand.
i am the son of life; the son of sam; the son of modern attention spans
he said to me through broken glass in a disused parking stand.
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Yay. New Plague Years.
is this a resurgence?
here's hoping!
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