I think you were once

A child.

I think you were hurting.

I don’t know what your Gospel

Sounds like in your own head.

But I know what it looks like

On many a canvas.

I know what it sounds like

When it sends us to bed.

I forgive ya.

Not for the others. But for my part.

I hope you are better now.

Sleep easy, when you do.

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