Like steel to the melter, a plain clothed preacher,
Like waking up everyday just to wish you hadn't been made,
Like God to the deaf, the bible to the blind, death skipped a step,
Like hope to the hungry, a dime to the landmine, AIDS to the shame,
Like hate, pain to the soul, a calm tragedy of a melody to take,
Like sleeping on a bed of nails, because comfort is only made of tales,
Like a dream, what once accompanied sleep, now, only seen as weak,
Like a finger, to a hair trigger, a flicker, and a 'one hitter,'
Like the blood, we see with the hug, the diamond is barely love,
Like a kiss, to the simplest, no, even we have less,
Like humanity, to give up on the simple things, sunshine when the bird sings,
Like the end, the one right after begin, yes, that is it,
Like dodging, no, not the ball, but running, from the bullet slinging bull,
Like waking up everyday...just to wish you hadn't been saved...

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I like the last line, been there several times. Good write.

A powerful write

Yes! Awesome, man!

"...bullet slinging bull"

For the win.

This is absolutely great, friend.

Cheers.

this is a fine write...

really cool read

Thank you everyone.