Illogical Grace


How could i be called to be like you,

Your words were like fresh waters,
My tongue is coated in poison,

Your touch healed sicken souls,
Im too busy trying to figure out mine,

You would want to save the soul of an abuser,
But i would just want their life to end,

So let me be honest i am nothing like you,
None of us are

I would be damned if i had to give up my son,
But you did

I would just hit restart and kill us all,
But you havent atleast not completely,

Your grace does not make sense,
Its illogical from my point of view,

Maybe if my art came to life i would understand

You have illogical grace
And all i can say is thank you

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