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AUTHOR: Sage Francis
"Find God!" exclaimed the man, who lost everything he owned, looking stoned
I groaned back, "Find a jobheres an application."
Retaliation:
"Heres a pamphlet."
I said, "fk this d*mn s**t."
My man flipped
and threw his hand into his pocket.
Pulled out a bible
with a design that looked tribal
The Next Testament was its title
"Look it over."
"A book? Nosuhwhat the hell does this have to offer?"
A small mirror on the bottom labeled "author"
thats too impersonal
Irreversible
actions leave our mind scarred
looking for the answers. "Find God!"
he said again.
But Im a veteran
knowing that you are no better than
or worse than.
He compared my last enemy to my first friend.
This b*m gave me his shirts pen
"What the heck?
Youre completely tapped, thinking that Im gonna write you out a check."
He said, "What?" I said, "WHAT!" sn*tched the book in hopes of finding
a myth. Lifted up the front coverbroke the binding.
"I bring peace, love happiness and unity!"
Usually I blow it off, but I said, "That aint what you do to me. What you do to me
is bring pain, hate, ignorance, and false alternatives to my community."
He sat back and thought it over.
With a look thats sort of sober
He stared me in the eye and saidI dont lie
(Him or me? Me or him?)
Now we begin
to quarrel
over whats historical
but thats immoral
questioning the oracles origin.
Were born through sin.
"You need to save yourself," he said.
"But Jesus died for our sins." Then he said, "He aint dead."
"He faked his death?"
I watched my man take a breath
as if he had no more patience left.
Then he embraced his chest.
Looked as if the holy spirit was about to manifest
itself.
Mental health
is what he lacked. I should have known this.
Without God, when we die every Earthling is homeless.
I couldnt look. Tried to give him back his book.
As he shook. But it was stuck to my hand
What the fGod d
Embellished in sin and with a devilish grin
This denizen could tell that I was selfish within
He started speaking in tongues that Im unfamiliar with.
I held the pen like a knife and threatened, "I kill your myth!"
Civilians drift
into a state of violent anger.
I can tell when Im in danger
so I stoppedto take a breather.
"Listen, Im a non-believer
with no faith, and I dont want none either
its time for me to leave ya
take your book,
I aint no crook."
He said, "Its yourslike the worldread it goodtheres directions."
I flipped through the pages, but they were blankno deceptions.
He mentioned, "Look deeper. Youll see it says more
than you could share. I asked, "Where?" He replies, "Thats what
the
pens for."