Poem by John Sweet – with broken wings, with bruised hearts

with broken wings, with bruised hearts

& the future is prisons, you see,
and the future is loss

let go of yr house, of yr
children, but hang onto the hatred
that defines you

give up christ

give up all those pretty songs
your mother used to sing

close in on holiness
like a soldier taking aim

Read more of John’s poetry at The Bleeding Horse, Avenged

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