Dear God, Help Me
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 32

The name comes from the word I randomly chose in the poem, this is about someone lying and making up conclusions and assumptions. Slowly, realization of this makes everyone a bit uncomfortable, and the person creating these conclusions and assumptions is left cornered, like an animal.


A larger pride
In deceased aspects
Brings forth a new
Generation of
Your conclusions.
But rising from
The elevations
Of your different
Medications is the
Difference you abhor.
If it were me,
I might have run,
To the stockpile
Of shit you've
Been feeding to us.


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