Your black/green
Your odor is like death
Plenty! Hold on,
Let me call, God …
Hello, God, have You seen
this—is this thing clean—I mean,
I have to say, it looks funny;
It is the darkest green—more like
BLACK—Oh, and, the smell—
My neighbors might think
I'm dead in here?
Oh, no He didn't … answering machine?
“Hey, you, child, child o' mine, o'
tiny infinitesimal being, whining soul,
Unequivocal wretch, evil thing,
I am currently, not, in my seat; so, please
Leave your grievance … “
Wait … ! Are you calling Me
About a rotten egg?
'I don't believe this—
I know I'm God, but this
Is blasphemy, isn't it?
Well … '
GET A NOTHER ONE
STOP CALLING ! !
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written September 11, 2010
Wounded veteran and battered woman face more trials together!
After an RPG attack on their barracks in Afghanistan, corpsman, Wade Scott wakes up in an Army hospital in Germany with his right arm gone. His other friends were wounded too. Luk
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