Shores of Doom and Gloom In Your Faith

Shores of doom Needn’t engulf the space in your mind Where without your will gloom Can’t inhabit until faithless fleas and spiritual sleaze find Room and space to waylay and slay without delay The faith you profess to possess In a spray without a ray stray Strung and hung when you dispossess Your faith of the strength and depth Which faith has sunk into its roots In each significant step and faith breath You smuggle and gaggle in the boots You wear with pride as you deride the loss You claim not to suffer in the dwarf You call disbelief and the abandon toss Spotted in the wharf Where faith ought to find succor By virtue of the pride of place You claim to allocate to the anchor Faith can’t in your mind squeeze from a disbelief trace in a lace Shores of doom and gloom striving to mount On your faith a determined assault Within a number of sorties you dismount As conscience pangs claim it’s no longer our fault.