“God Is Dead”
Grey clouds were soaked with wet moisture.
I heard a burst and felt warm water covering my face.
A sunshine wearily broke through the sky.
My father’s death seems incomprehensible.
My senses are dulled by the thunderclap’s wet tears.
Jonathan Billet AS ANONYMOUS BOSCH
DEAR ANDREA I WAS SAD TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR
LOSS.-LOVE JON
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