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Basic (Bible... Always... Saving = The Living Christ)
New math…,
1 + 1 = politics.
Old disguises,
sacred, promises,
and personal agendas.
Fear, and mongering,
all around.
Bible thumpers,
We laugh at you,
always in the pink?
What do you have?
I want some, more… (hungry, empty, greedy, needy)
How can I, even the score?
Is there a place?
Make your case!
Show me the door! ("He" is waiting, whispered in awe.)
Down on your knees,
You will find,
Not quarters in your socks…
But a special, humble place,
for the gentlest of,
TALKS!
Brimstone, hatred,
promises to be good…
All are less,
and seldom, even far,
misunderstood.
You know the truth,
Or a least by now...,
YOU should.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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