Torn Vestments

Upon swollen knees 
        beg mercy... please! 

surely hail showers 
     dirty deeds 
    save only deity forgive 
     thieves of moral trust... pan liars, 
    bloviating from tainted pulpit 

surely hell awaits 
               ,demonic soul, 

from pious froth, 
        earnest turn shoulder cold
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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July 2, 2018 at 10:51 PM
Hi David.. I loved reading your poem this evening with a delightful bedtime tea. I look forward to reading more of your creative works tomorrow.. sleep well!
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