Congregation: A GatheringA Poem by Pen Draggin'
I say to myself:
I can be Godly for him. Some people say that I already am. Come then, Gentlemen, let me be your religion or philosophy, I'll gladly take you on your knees. Atop this soapbox (or two or three) I preach things: of unity and practicality, self-medicating, passion, faith in only man, and praise. You all seek my consul, my judgment, and aid; I am confounded but still accustomed. I have shoulders built to bare this burden. From it shall arise a church, for what failure has become of us, that has enveloped us, encompassed us, and embodied us. Ascendant in all human matters, aethereal in image and reason, I include myself amongst my peers but am no prophet. Seeking pure worship when walking with the gathering masses. Truly a Deity as previously proclaimed. According to the polls I'm taking on followers and new believers. Be forewarned, we are a dinghy with a gaping fist-punch through the hull.
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Added on June 11, 2010Last Updated on June 26, 2010 AuthorPen Draggin'Portland, ORAboutHi! I'm Kelsey, I'm 22 years old with a passion for poetry. I write because it is innate and, quite simply, I'm pretty f*****g good at it. I love the rain. I will always belong to the Northwest. I sa.. more..Writing
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