Greg Easley Poet I do not know?

Pass the Plate

ever wonder
who's to blame?
everybody's god, the same
honey and novocaine
everybody's god, the same

the oath rests bedded in blood
the sun sets swollen this eve
stand tall, my son
pass the plate and think of me

ever wonder
what's been lost?
nail your checkbook to the cross
cash in and up the cost
nail your checkbook to the cross

and as the old song is sung
the deacons seem to agree
kneel down, my son
pass the plate and think of me

ever wonder
where'd it start?
cast your arrows through my heart
awfully sweet and shapened sharp
cast your arrows through my heart

what i give unto myself
shall i not ten-fold receive?
sweetdreams, my son
pass the plate and think of me
pass the plate and think of me

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