If I could talk to father sky, this day, here on this land, in this place
as I see the metal sky, I would ask, as I have asked again and again, why is this allowed? What can I do? What would you have me do?
If I could fall to the Earth and absorb all that she is, would I understand?
I ask you Father Sky, What would you have me do? Help me please with a thousand angels, when I look to find my expectations of the lines drawn by ignorant men who think that they know the answers. Violence against all on Earth as the cure.
Father sky help me know you. Temper me. Mold me. Hold me. Teach me to hold you before these men. Amen
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