You were made
the seventh day;
all other things
given to you.
This myth and
parable aren't true
but educational.
And one day,
as you walk away,
confident and nude
as you were made,
the spurs and barbs
raked into your back,
my practiced aim.
Why do we love,
how can we love when
love turns into hate?
Ask the worm who
cannot escape when
thrust into its hook.
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