30 Dec 2016 – Vandals

The One who made you
really doesn’t mind at all
these quirks or questions.

This is a sickness –
thinking that your soul’s a thing
you must dispose of.

We are masked vandals,
breaking in with midnight’s rage
to smash the artwork.

Tears fall in curtains,
shattered shards teacup each drop
reflecting starlight.

~

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