fans spinning on the sealing of the dimly lit room,
idly muttering to myself, hoping this would be done soon
that I could run soon
home to the place in which it remained safer
the switch pertained to razors;
the cut was deeper, longer than the savour.
but a savour there still was, and the savior still lingered
and father's hands,
stroked over the chalice he fingered
as he passed out, wafers that is, holier than thou
to show me why and how,
hopes arced in my skeptical eyebrow
and i browsed across the faces of the congregation
waiting there in line,
no spaces there for patience
cause the songs that played overhead
were lulling them to sleep
and the book of revelations was never quite this deep
when it came to be my turn, I learned the host was not so bad
a simple tingly taste, singly wasted on this lad
but all of a sudden, a weight hit my unsuspecting shoulders
had I been idle in here?
how could I have been such a disrespecting holder...
of the love that God gave? the spirit and flame of Jesus?
I felt weak in the knees, just
as I was searching for the reasons
this man died for us! and even the priests looked bored!
it's not just some stupid story!
this should never be ignored!!!
I saw the devil in the faces of those who were my peers,
driving me to tears,
I never chose the road that led me here
to this satanic asylum, and the eucharist opened my eyes
I coughed and I cried, but they only kept me inside
and as I sat back in my pew, I continued with my rant
saw I was one of the few who knew
that this nest of worship was falling off it's branch
and when I finally thought the people there had had enough
the man in front of me turned to my mother, saying
"Would ya Shut That Kid Up?!"



...Nobody listens to a baby

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Life isn't a bitch...
she's just sick of being personified -Sage Francis