Words well up from behind my eyes as I type them without format, stanza or protocol. I simply need to eradicate the stench of annoyance that has built up from years of not flushing my system properly of irritation.
The log of wood in my left eye has grown a canopy that is the habitat for my patience and perhaps, I have become a patient nursing the promises of my Comforter as I watch my kin shiver in a cold world.
I want to dump my conscience, having found it has been conditioned by the same Miss Information that hails from The knowledge of Good and Evil. Since I’ve fallen off that family tree, I want to leave that Local Government Area behind, but…
How?
Lord You said if I left mother, father, sister, brother and anything anyone for you I would surely get more in return, but is this…
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