Skeleton In the Closet
Holy Waters bit the back of his skin
Naïvely attempting to wash away internal sin
The preacher’s words perpetually stab his inside
Years passed since he’s neared an alter yet the words reside
There’s a skeleton in his closet
Bury it, just bury it
Life goes on and so should you
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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