The darkest hour Of my bright froth day The sky’s pale embroidery And the birds concealed Through ember spheres And a sweet, sweet nothing Return from solitude And devour grace Plunge further into retro Grapple aberrations of caramel Glinting moon beams Defiled statuettes Fish innumerable And mishap scaffolding Serene reports Of holy distort Accepted forms Of jolly cheating Murder one Waco one The Oke one But I won Now we see Your pale moonlight Undaunting calm Rotting jackal A sober priest And a dying beast Now one can stop it
Reason for writing:
experiences with religion and it's faults
Birth sign: Not entered
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