She wrote her name with a hand that was more like a mechanical arm. She signed away everything she had. Everything she wanted was gone. She’ll have a new life before this is done. She’s broken all of her nails digging this hole for herself and with dirt still in her eyes, so old and frail, she points a finger at us and says, “You’re all blind and you’re going to Hell.” She’s deep in the ground, but not asleep in the ground. She’s got a cough from fluid lungs, but not a drop in her soul. A one-way ticket, she says she’s got. She’s got a one-way ticket. She says He’ll part all the clouds, pull all the raindrops from the ground and on their way back home, her soul will follow the trail. And there she’ll have everything she ever wanted. And there she’ll have everything that she was promised. I met a man with all ten fingers around picket signs. Couldn’t make a fist if his life depended on it, still he raised his flag and took a stab at everyone he thought was fag. With Jesus hanging from his neck—a man he never even met—he thought his business to go crashing funerals and claim he’s acting on his God’s wishes when he tells you where your soul should go. I count the days till nothing’s left and still I cannot say I’ve met answers to the questions resident inside my head. “One day they’ll meet,” they tell me, “Oh just you wait and you will see With earthworms gnawing on your brain—open a bottle of champagne. They’ll smile wide and there will be handshakes all around. They’ll say things like, ‘you were lost for all my life but now you’re found.’” If this is how it’s gonna have to be, I’d rather get up off my knees and start living. I’m sorry but I can’t help it that I can’t help but see through it. Fake it. Maybe you can fool yourself into thinking that there’s something else. Oh, when you die—end your life—we’ll both watch your soul take flight. With all respect that you deserve, I hope this plan of yours, it works. You’ll fake it like it is your last day to live. You’ll say things like, “Welcome me God, I’ve got my soul to give!”
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