A Conversation With An Evangelical
Evangelical: “Would you like to be saved?”
Normal Person: “What from?”
Evangelical: “Don’t you know?”
Normal Person: “I want to be saved from you!”
Insipid flurry, blushed rough terrain;
They poke, prodding at private things,
Only wishing to push another construct,
To a race so in need of people values.
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2015
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