Ring Road
By Foxy Mop
I drive aimlessly around and god don.t make a sound when I ask if he wants to meet me today I would feel so relieved if I could only believe he.s simply listening to hard to respond when I pray But I wonder why I am assumed as so wise to understand without being told So I go on assuming everyone.s god is a human the ugly ones who control other.s movements My usual pleas are soothed only by rain I love it.s empathy it.s spreading of pain And to me it seems fitting that the dead are spitting on their gods below Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 05:24 PM PST 0 • 1
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"I drive aimlessly around..."