Demonstrating Church
Sat squatting, you wait
cold as your own mind set.
Is this the church you chose?
Illusive is the sanctitude
that you so feverishly search for.
Yet still you wait,
so patiently in the damp light.
Under duress,
as if the corruption
means nothing.
The blankets on which you sit,
can’t keep the cold
from seeping though.
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