A Blind Fight

The gods have spoken.
But they fail to speak my language.
I need some clarity, I have no belief.
In a loving, caring, molested god.
If it exists.
Will I ever see her face again?
Seamless ages between me and so many friends.
The devil’s in your arms.
(your vices, whatever they may be)
Crack, dope or speed.
I’ll fight this blindly with a thirst for vengeance.
Blame.
Their fate is tainted with an awful smell.
The doctors office has become like hell.