If God's not Real...

I still remember how the rope felt against my neck

I still recall the tears of anger & betrayal trailing down my face

how they felt drying upon my skin

Tupac playing in the background,

Noone but God knowing where I was, what I was about to do

Noone to hear this child's cries, all alone in a crowd of people, all doing their own thing

Tethering on the edge of milk creates stacked up,

One step forward...

down I tumbled...

If God's not real, explain to me how the rope snapped as Tupac's words "they win when your soul dies" played,

explain to me, how I'm still alive, how I survived all the trauma I waded through,

how hell never claimed me, but I slaughtered my demons & rose up from the battlefields...alive, ready to thrive 

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