In
Search
of
Sunrise
sunrise
is
a
free
spirit,
falling,
plucking
god
from
her
jaw,
slowly
waking
from
the
drowsiness
of
prayer.
heaven
is
not
yet
attainable
here,
we
have
not
funneled
enough
juice
into
ourselves
to
find
it,
we
cannot
feel
the
wisdom
of
the
almighty
pouring
over
us,
yet
he
guides
us.
sunrise
littering
the
morning
sky,
we
are
sickened
by
her
presence,
we
have
forgotten
how
to
understand
beauty,
how
she
blossoms
over
time.
we
are
told
it
is
okay
to
drive
open
her
soul,
to
burn
her
with
cigarette
butts
and
cum
because
this
is
what
god
intended
for
sluts.
she
is
a
several
world,
not
broken
yet,
fragility
held
tight
with
3rd
grade
glue
sticks
and
handwritten
letters
to
let
her
know
she
is
not
alone
in
her
struggles.
american
jesus,
you
have
not
grown,
philistine
of
the
earth,
she
weeps
in
your
care,
told
you
know
what
is
best
for
her,
writing
your
disgust
on
her
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