Blurry Eyes
Before blurry eyes
Everyday I write psalms
I could make some plans
or cause an accident
by chanting religious songs
but Jesus would idle me
and his Disciples wouldn't butt in
Their wine is petrified
Their blood drawn from their longings
what is their to aspire to
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