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[romanthepoet]

So I found out that my uncle has Parkinsons. The mafia uncle, for those of you that know. It's really hit me hard. I don't plan on getting all mushy or anything, but it really sucks. Along the same lines, a poem that I wasn't planning on posting, but it kinda sums everything up.

Crohns and Christianity

What good thing God did
By giving me this.
My Siamese brother,
Murdering my insides
With visceral fingers,
Bleeding me dry
All in the name of Your enigmatic glory.
God, wondrous being.
All knowing.
All powerful.
All loving.
What great love is it then
That You abandoned us
When we needed You most?
You knew my first mother would fall;
All knowing.
You showed Your love by leaving her to it.
Bastard!
Now I suffer with this affliction,
A product of an imperfect world
By Your design, Your intent, and Your hand;
All powerful.
Because You loved us you
Cursed humanity for all eternity
When we did what You made us to do;
Sadist!
She ate, now I slowly die from the inside out,
And I’m expected to wash Your feet?
Forgive me if I don’t see Your love,
Your benevolent compassion
When I shit blood for the second time today.
Forgive me when I choose to love my child
In a way You’ve never shown to me;
All loving…