My church offers no absolutes
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
Good God, let me give you my life [and]
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife [but]
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.
Take me to church [and]
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
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Found Poems
PoesiaFound poems take existing texts and refashion them, reorder them, and present them as poems. I haven't seen a lot of others doing this and I thought it was really cool to do in my English class. Found poems are made out of songs, books, and other po...
