Sunday, February 17, 2013

I am not poison in this sanctuary infested with soul thieves
I glare past their smiles of religious charity
The well cannot be infected with unbelieving flesh
It is not I who contaminates your holy water

God watches me through his prison bars above the pulpit
I say not a word, and he smiles crooked
Halfway though hymn's freedom and grace notes
All shatters and burns, and One soul ascends home

Lying with brick and blood and no brother
I do not blame Him

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