300 Blackbirds and the Melodramatic Brat
Today I saw about 300 blackbirds strewning
through the leaves of November trees.
A diffusion of brown-orange confetti, whilst crooning.
Celebrating as they please
autumn's inevitable end
that same way that you are flaunting yours.
But they have quite a bit more class.
When you make the choice to die, examine your motives
and see they aren't ones you defend.
So embrace whimpers over roars,
when anguish and life do impasse.
Sure it's a sin, but a loving God always forgives.
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