Why Us? The Lord's People

They killed my mother and wanted to see more.
You see they fed off the cries, the pains, the lies, the shame,
the perfect life that is lived in vain
because of the non-existing necessary pain,
the innocent people that we blame,
this dirty game of inflicting pain
where the heart is shot lame.
Yes they love this dirty game of inflicting pain.
Oh Lord, why couldn’t they have it any other way.
The virginity of the victim’s first love was gone.
Plus the existence of our hearts
were on the brink of extinction.
I was in a room
bound in a straight jacket with no exit.
So, I recited the Emancipation Proclamation, and then
and only then did I understand the language of the pain giving
nuns. They loved the world so much
they contributed nothing to it.
I think they lived off Adam and Eve’s motto,
which went something like:
Live life to learn the lessons.
In this class you wanna pass
or the monks will beat yo ass
then make you stare through the glass
of the waiting room awaiting
the realization of the hard-hitting but necessary pain.

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