C,mon. You can tell me…
You said that maybe God put me in your life for a reason.
Who’d have thought that it would be to shoulder a cross that you helped me build.
I hate you and I hate your god too. Tell him I said so.
I want you both to rot in hell because
you stole something from me that neither of you deserved. It wasn’t mine
to give and it wasn’t yours to take.
I’ll drag that cross as far as I can walk until it scrapes itself to a tiny nub
and finally drops to the ground as an unrecognisable mote of dust.
And although my back might be broken, you and your god will exist no more.
And I’ll smile as the first walker by presses it into the ground with his filthy feet.
Kindly go fuck yourself.
Call it a gift…from above?