On Chirst and trying to kill a man’s soul


And then there’s the door creaking
while she sneaks out in to the night
and there was just enough time to
scrape loose change in to a mason jar
so she could buy that ticket home

And thank her God it wasn’t all
his money, this time around. And
Thank her God it will all be over
soon. After all it was the both
of them, that did that awful thing.

And thank her God that hers is
a forgiving one, anyway.

And thank God he’s going to be

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