the word of God
to the man who
put out his own eyes.
The night spent wandering the countryside.
Corrupt and ugly.
Carrying the burden of
memories that could
strangle a weaker person.
I came across the blind man
looked at his face.
I came across the blind man
and walked away.
I heard him say,
“You'll never find satisfaction.
You'll never reach the break of day.
I'll be seeing you on judgment day.”
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