Can’t
nobody
hold
my hand
now.
I am
an arrow
aimed
at the apple
of the earth.
I’m a drop
of cyanide
suspended
in the neck
of an
hourglass.
God
is a ribbon
tied
around my
thumb.
If I pull it
for love
or pull it
for spite,
I still get it
done.
Time to
pack up
all your
shamble-shit
and learn
to take
the bullet
for the gun.
Not thing.
Not body.
Not one.
Glory
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