I will acknowledge the existence
of no deity or saint.
You are dead to me
and I am bereft.
But why;
when I cried
because you tried
to take the things
that matter most to me?
I should have no concern
for one who is slowly becoming
the bane of my existence.
Despite your sacrilage,
you are somehow my guardian.
My watchful patron and protector.
And when I have
no more soul to keep,
you will live on always,
angel.

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