There Is Only One True Judge

lowering…

lowering…

Deeper than usual…

Almost touching the bottom of life…

Through holy water…

A deference is made to see that I’m not drowning…

Why didn’t I…

All the sinning plus visions of my hanging…

Feet dangling, hanging from a multitude of bad news…

I cut myself free…

Falling through nothing…

Noting that would or could hold…

Me…

My life of weaving hand signs…

To spare the next mans cries…

will still leave me to eternal damnation…

I don’t need no golden ticket…

All I ask for is for my offspring to never be who I was…

In my past living…

 

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