Part 1, following the massacre at Shechem: Exterminators!Punishers! Devastators!All you who flaunt your Contempt for the Lord!Oathbreakers! Life takers! WeLay waste to your fields! Blood
I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
They beg for a dropOf your water, and you giveThem nothing at all. You do not sufferAlone; you drink from your ownCup, and you are
Tender open wound Salt and abrade the margins, Thus irreparable.
I very much Wish to stay alive all of these Deep dives Into hopelessness Feeling the layers of suffering That grew As I ran around
I want to become more strategic, more focused on my own plan and what I’ve understood. To hold back, to slow down, to occupy my