December 10, 2010 § Leave a comment

When you blame your empty sky
for the salted tears you cry
drop your eyes
to the legs that you stand on
Shake a broken fist
At the chances you missed
then burn the list
Of the life you had planned on
You’ve struggled harder,
You stand where the scales are
To be measured a martyr
To the world you serve
But if life was fair,
You would have nothing
And then you’d have something
You deserve.
If life was fair
The carving of gold
In the hands that you hold
Would be a man on a throne
And he would hang
From our necks while we
Hung from wood crosses
And he would be the one with hands whole
So look at your calloused hands
From work of the world,
And give thanks
For the unbroken skin
Consider the fate
you truly deserved
Before you ask that question again
It is only death
that you were ever owed
And you are infinitely blessed
In life alone.



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