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Writer's pictureJoseph Busatto

You sit and talk

by Alexander Valcarcel


You sit and talk of the monster I am

With wine and bread around your home

You sit and talk of the monster I am.


Each mass of love’s a thunderdome

Where poison sneaks inside the mouths of those

With wine and bread around your home.


Encumbered by the passion you all three

At people always in disgrace

Where poison sneaks inside the mouths of those


Who's ostracized within your grace.

The kindest throw their stones at those in need

At people always in disgrace.


But there are followers crying the creed

I’ve found a bed to rest, all while

The kindest throw their stones at those in need


I’ve learned that hatred’s just God’s trial

You sit and talk of the monster I am

I’ve found a bed to rest, all while

You sit and talk of the monster I am.

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