I wonder if he sees
if he cries as he watches
his children sink into the mud,
fingertips turned up
like lucky pennies
The others, the selfless,
the saints see him sobbing
as they make their way
through the gates
they reach out only for
their hands to go numb
they call out only
to be silenced
as much as I hope he could spare a tear
I hope more for a smile
the welcome home
and he'll assure me,
in a voice I have hardly understood until now,
"I'll be the only one crying over spilt milk here."
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what inspired you to write this?
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just imagining god crying over all the people that were damned and how i would want to console him if i saw him crying, i'm insaine.
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I read this to my bf and he didnt understand at all until I told him I was talking about God, that the children sinking into the mud are the ones going to hell, and the saints going through the gates are the souls going to heaven.
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children sink into the mud,
fingertips turned up
like lucky pennies
oh my god
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