The shot is just the beginning
As the world life traveled
Flashes across the mind
And neurons fire in desperate red.
Claret pools. Mind bogs.
Brain makes a desperate plea.
Our Father,
My father will bemoan
And curse the god
He swears against existing.
Holy Mary,
My mother will weep.
I have failed her.
I have lost the world’s game.
Choking on Jesus wine
My battle cry comes out
Only a whimper.
Amen. Amen. The End.
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