Inside of that heart there is your true calling. The heart that beats the blood of Jesus; or something like that.
Outside of that heart all I can see is destruction and depression and depravity and delusion.
You are pumping too.
That blood in your side, and water,
it's almost too much.
We learn about you
on Easter and Christmas Day.
We learn to ask and receive.
I asked for wisdom
and though you gave it to me,
I didn't know it hurt.
I'm asking for love
now, and wondering when it
will come. I hope soon.
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