Fault Line

I never could have predicted That I would leave in such a way Circumstances brought me to a place Where I could no longer stay The legalistic rules All of them, hypocritical fools In all of their getting They were too stupid to retain Any measure of learning For the mentally insane Justify, justify, justify Then they have the nerve to testify .........of God's deliverance Who needs that crap When there is life to be livin' I'll not give one more moment To eternal grave diggin' I'm going to run to boat loads of fun Until I am filled up, good and done But don't be lookin' for me To darken a church house door I'm a sippin' saint Who won't bow to "law" anymore But, I'll hold on to what God hates Surely he'll let me in those pearly gates ............WHAT??? ..............................Mama's dead I can't........................breathe Written by Trudy Schrader on 07-19-2019 Note: This has been the most difficult write of my life, and it is not autobiographical...that's probably why. Anyway, when reading the poem, think about how a fault line works, and hopefully, you will have an earthshaking experience.