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.