God's Lesson

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Watching constant deaths that

seem to be perpetual,

no sky just mammatus clouds

suffocating us all.

Redskin, the devil, himself

laying across his teacher’s desk

tapping his claws upon the

damaged wood ever so loudly.

Piles of nickels and dimes

burning clarifying he’s not

reaping any benefits.

Looking Redskin in the eye

and smiling showing his

tangerine colored teeth,

he said, “Salu! What did you expect?”





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