Sermon Notes

Crimson drips slowly

Like saline for their spirit

Life support in sin

The stained glass is

Like thorns in my wounded eyes

Their self righteousness 

Oh god that the damned

See with such clarity 

They crucify me

Your children of the 

Supposed light seek to make

Me evermore blind

Author's Note

I wrote this while I was in church - a place I seldom attend. And I felt like a foreigner. I felt like my entire being was on the verge of betraying me at any point. Pointing out to the congregation that I am not like them.