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The Calling
On the edge of six feet down
Clutches marker words of stone
Doesn’t understand the why
Never could now can’t atone
Little boy blue is lost on you
Doesn’t follow unspoken rules
Cannot be the man so young
Open scorn a hatred fueled
Abandoned child left to fly
Little Mary he dared to cry
Ridiculed for spine so weak
Secret garden gets him high
Donning robe of black and white
Forced to swallow head held tight
Can’t confess now must suppress
Watches father bless the night
On the edge of six feet down
Clutches rope why cast in stone
Hears the angels call for him
Surrenders now to world unknown
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Silly monkeys give them thumbs
they make a club and beat their brother down.
How they survive so misguided is a mystery.
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