sunday morning battlefield (or, all things holy)

it isnt about who wins so much as its about the most blood shed, leave the field a bloody mess, what color was the grass again? pray to save the children you dash across the rocks, sing another psalm because your god wont save you. your god who made leeches, and tapeworms, and flies and rats; are they not so much his children as you are? love is faith, LOVE IS GOD when god is fake and love is the excuse we give to kill each other in the name of faith, for the god we so love, the damage you never could hide. cracks show better in porcelain than mud.