Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Let Me Be Squashed

I want God and the angels
To trample me in the dust
So I will have the opportunity
To become a rose.
Better myself.

Please get me out of this hellhole
Oh Lord.

Pleasant to be squashed by God's
And the angels' golden heels
Run down by their spurs.

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