If god was here; He would leave.

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If god was here, he would notice the stabbing pain that shoots through my ankles and shins.

Who knew I needed this many failing joints to stand up straight?

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If god was here he would burn for the 15 new martyrs buried under our silence and the desert sand.

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He would tell you every time my daughter did not come home.

He would watch the unmarked desert graves burn the edges of every soul in this colony, like paper.

He would wonder why none of us have moved to stop this.

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He would rage.

He would scream.

They would put him in a 72hr hold.

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He would grieve for a million eternities, at how little any of this guilt can fix.

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There is no god here.

No community. No solidarity. No people.

What will you say when you meet him?

What of our souls will remain?

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What will you say when you meet him?

What of our souls will remain?