The Potters Mold

Mental control that resembles more of a rebel.
Depression takes hold and you have sheep caught in the thicket worn like a crown on a Shepard.
Thorns sharper than thistles, more like nails embedded that effects how they worship within their own temple.
Fragmented discontentment searches for evidence in the memory in the hope it can settle.
Fermented.
Green mold, exposure by the Potters hold.
Many envies of the lost soul.
Enemies unforgiven then bitterness visits swiftly and everything's malignant.
But a repent heart cowers like
half hour showers that should of been a minute, now freezing like the aorta before having knelt in it.
Cry like a child pride from water via the forceps.
Faucet.
Baptized by fluidics.
Speak in other tongues that unfortunately the mute will automatically prohibit '.
Despise not the eurythmics because the miracle of love will produce a new movement and I don't want you to miss it.
Fear apprehended.
But some are deaf dumb and blind to the music because they don't comprehend it.
A prisoner of truth, the bars speak of whats redemptive like a psalmist that leads a whole regiment to repentance.

Reviews

[David Scott]

I like this! I feel like some of the symbolism is polar opposite of abprevious thought. Like truth being a prison etc... Thought provoking and a good representation of Judeo - Christian phylosophy.
Be well Eve:-)