I've visited Hell
Where Maria slept
She was with her husband in a shipping crate
God didn't care and no angels wept
I went to the bottom
of the muddy hills
To the place where hope was all closed off
Where warmth never came and it never will
Late night talks in mind
The radio turned off
We drove silent through the alleys,
Looking for humans glued to the sidewalks
and it's still dark outside
The dogs make me tell
I wept for humanity and screamed from my guts
With a "fuck you" to God for creating this Hell
I visited the nothing
That Maria had
She was strung out, fucking dopesick
Looking for kindness where there was none to be had
and I walked through the valleys
of permeable loss
I met the kindest strangers in the coldest places
Begging for the quarters that comfort costs
and GPS took me
To the place death grows
Like weeds among the yellow grass
Biblical angels couldn't find their clothes
I let the sorrow take me
I know I'm not supposed to
I never told a soul
Maria begged me not to
and he was 65 years old
Weeping on the frozen concrete
He asked why anyone should be kind to him
and I truly believe that it's what he thinks
Because there's a fucked up sense of worth
That he's had placed inside his blue-grey hands
I wish that he knew he deserved kindness
I wish that I could make him understand
But it's not his fault at all
and he couldn't know
30 years in the military
Until they assigned him his new home
and God didn't care for him
and He let him know
So I watched him make his bed with Maria in the falling snow
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