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Forgive me father, for I have an opinion

Poetry By: GhostLight

I rely on you to listen, you rely on me to not talk.

Submitted:May 16, 2012    Reads: 17    Comments: 2    Likes: 3   

Who is the decider of right? And why must I always be wrong?

I grow tired of being shot down by the preaching holy man song.

Are you listening?

Don't you hear me whispering?

This curtain looks to be withering.

I'm not slithering so why does the boot stamp so strong and why must I always be wrong?

Who made you and who gave you the shoe to kick out the apposed?

I may not be right with my opinion, but opinion will never be closed.


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