i saw you wandering Valhalla
hands looking for the pockets
you didn't have
to put themselves in
holding your riches tight to your chest
hoping no one would see you
sneaking out with their treasures.
i waited until the right moment
til the fire burned low
and you had almost escaped
to stop you with questions
all that, "where are you going?"
you lashed back with principle
gave me the earful
and ran away
pretending you weren't guilty.
(do over.)
(under god.)
amen.
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