poetry by j matthew waters

decoding the killer gene

though knocking loudly at the gate
the brilliant sunrise could not get through

jesus freaks sat outside the borders
healing the other side without lifting a hand
absolving self-inflicted wounds

somewhere in a basement in america
a new code is creating itself
concocted by a lost soul
again reborn

folklore and chronicles and atrocities
fuel an already hungry mind
manufacturing new ambitions by
discovering anti-killing algorithms

june two thousand seventeen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved

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