we will scream and bleed and
talk about the weather
we will drive to the edge of town
the two of us the both of us and
every border will be marked
with barbed wire
this is how hope is defined
and denied
this is why wars become movies
the days are blue and motionless
are nails bitten down to dirty blood
and when you open your mouth to speak
the girl is raped
when nothing but the dust of
10,000 ghosts spills out
she's murdered
an ending yes
but then the parents burn the
trailer to the ground
the image of the virgin mary appears
on an empty billboard further down the
pacific coast highway
and we are out of money and
we are out of time and you are
sunburned and sick
are puking on the bathroom floor
on the day gideon's body is found
and you want to speak of faith
and you want to speak of healing
but they're not the same
the wounds are washed
but they don't disappear
the children are given names
then taken away
it matters
but we'll act like it doesn't
because what you remember is always
so much more than who you are
because you will never hate anyone
more than you hate yourself
will never love anything
more than you love money
it's what christ was trying to
tell you all along
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