"Who is it
that they say
I am?" said
Jesus, man
and walking
god alike.
Ridiculous,
absurd, and
skeptical,
I say, I'm
not sure, how
about you
Ask me in
the morning?
When my mind's
not so drunk.
How about
tomorrow?
Don't bother
me, please stay
away from
the places I
mark "Do not
enter," please!
Don't pry, leave
me be, go
find someone
else to save.
I've got all
that I need.
You refuse,
hold me down,
and pierce me,
and I see
who it is
that I am:
Yours.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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