‘The death of God
Reveals the truth’
Have we fallen
Or did we never try
And did Nietzsche cry
As he wrote those words
I told you
I told you, to hold the hurt
As Nietzsche wept
And little angels crept
Into our souls and died there.
You never listen
Can you even hear
The ones you made in your image
Who cry your handmade tears
I called for you,
I called
And called
Where are you when I need you?
Have I given up my right to see you?
Am I crying as I write these words
To you
Have I fallen
Or did I never try.
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