God's Waiting Room

Repentance, repeated

Until we are all lambs in the eyes of god

So gravity fails

And the path to him becomes the whitewashed walls

Of the hallway between death and its row

And the pedophiles run rampant among

Cancer-ridden children, fever high with holy thoughts

They wash their silken robes in tap water dosed

With the poison of

Cumulonimbus clouds

Perversions of the sky carrying

Men through golden gates

Would it be,

That he were real,

Playing house with Abraham Lincoln

And the man who invented ribbed condoms

Exactly what are we living in fear of,

Flipping through magazines in God’s waiting room?

Reviews

[Twistedme]

wow....gotta love this. Can see a lot of thought was put into this. Very good indeed! High praises to you Cameron!