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Revelations

from Revelations by Zedidiah Word

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I'm about as blunt as a baseball bat bearing the brunt of a broken bone, or a bully baring his soul to a battered nose. And I know some day I'll have to meet my maker. I just hope it's on a Sunday with all the fakers. 'Cause I'm having revelations about making reservations at a place where they call me sir and park my car. As I flip the table over hors d'oeuvres I whisper to myself, "Don't you people get it? There's not a goddamned one of you who's still alive! We all died back there on the battlefield. There's no way any of you survived." I'm about as blunt as the business end of a bullet out for blood and a bit of vengeance on a body. And I know some day I'll have to face my maker. I just hope it's somewhere quiet where we can talk. 'Cause I'm having reservations about faking revelations. Get up out of the casket and stand before the gathered. I will flip the table over, desert and shout at the ceiling demanding answers to every goddamned question I ever had. We all died back there on the battlefield. There's no way any of us survived. Why am I allowed to be alive?

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from Revelations, released December 8, 2017

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Zedidiah Word Denton, Texas

I make folk music for folks, and rock music for rocks.

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