i wear my head
in my hands . i’m
the original fucked
drawn & slaughtered . yes
bring me my daughters
& the bastard son
, bring me the devil
that made them
. absorbed
back in the dark of it
& nothing reflects
in the oceans my eyes
&
please
turn off the light
when you leave
I am not a silent poet 
This is so pathetic. The title is so apt. Only the Lord can give the peace that they need. It is beyond human help.
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