Of Your God
So you've made your law and she won't agree. She awaits your death as she hopes to be free of your cruelty and your tyranny, of your miserly filth and insanity. And she thinks in her mind, "It cannot be real. He's an animal. He'll die. He cannot feel." So you've stolen her child, and accused her the wild. While she waits in her chains, you thank God you are sane. And she waits, and she waits, until one day you see, the Rabbi of your God is she. So flee. Blue Merle Australian Shepherd Sign in to see full entry.