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At a point in your life god is gonna be a word
No different than mustard, couch, bagel
At a point in your life god is No longer gonna be a word
No different than love mercy justice prayer
I am a survivor,
I have been bullied,
Calling myself a victim wouldn’t fit,
Because the person who hurt me got hurt more in the end.
I am an artist,
1.
Home.
That is where the heart is.
So I hear.
The footprints of my people
Long lost on the winds of time.
They have been sleeping for countless years.
They live to teach they live to educate
Through the attentive doors come the mad men.
To throw their knowledge into the fiery den,
Abriet macht frie
the gate had said,
those who entered
new they were dead.
Yellow stars
on their shirts,
made adults
and children hurt.
Everything
that took place,
the mass killing
Standing in a row
See revulsion in their eyes
Together we stand
All wishing, hoping, praying
To be anywhere but here
