The Shotgun Message
(NORMA JEAN)
Staring at the world through the whole you put in my
hand. That was caused by a blade you gently inserted.
I did this for you, not for your religon, not for your
patterns. I did this for you. I did this for a man
like
you. Stop searching and find Me. I am stabbed by grace
and slinging blood.
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