✞A Poem by smithab96Unforgivingly
stiff pews. Lord,
hear our prayers. The
holy eyes of stained-glass saints avoid my stare. Lord,
hear our prayers. The
aged flock like backwards vultures. Lord,
hear our prayers. Flesh
and blood bear promise of new life. Lord,
hear our prayers. All
is ministered by an overweight priest. Lord,
hear our prayers. His
robe, washed white in the blood of the lamb. Lord,
hear our prayers. His
face, splotched with deep red. Lord,
hear our prayers. Everyone’s
face here has been coated in red. Lord,
hear our prayers. Splashes
of red have spread to the walls. Lord,
hear our prayers. Did
it splash onto my face too? I
didn’t feel anything if it did. © 2014 smithab96Author's Note
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StatsAuthorsmithab96AboutGoing into college as a Freshman this fall studying Journalism, French, and English. more..Writing
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