With obligatory denial scraped from my
reflections of stone mounted beatitudes,
I was blissfully hoping to be disciplined
Screaming sounds, confounding putrefied
egg batter and truth soaked insight, has
left me morally decaying.
Emulsified soil brought in from a garden,
planted with the seeds of Prayer without
God's approval - the unintended
These are shameful acts of disrespect and
blundering errors of judgment no reasonable
person would dial into forgiveness, especially
in the early hours of the morning.
Perhaps we should all go back to sleep. And
when we wake, we will find none of it was
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