Apostoles
the last supper only twelve were invited for betrayal and the cross
and today only ten make it to share the table of control
when I open my door I run out of chairs as a meal is to be shared
standing room only they flock to partake the smiles and wine
as ninety bangs on the door for a full belly and dreams come to non
religion long gone embrace the world of starvation
power as the rich and mighty pretend to care tax free
the world on its axis do not revolved solutions but tax on my soul
I give you a chance to make it right.
an appeal to the ten to save my soul believing you meant it.
so tomorrow I will wake to flowers and forget me not
I feed the outside cat as she knows I am the only one caring for the abandonment
write write her tiger strips she is gentle to rub my feet begging for a meal.
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