Say a prayer beneath the surface,
Secret behind the eyes of god and servant,
Dig with your hands for saviour,
Let the dirt stain all of your naked being,
Never to be clean,
Never to be clean.
Say a prayer on the Sabbath,
A day to find our hidden gospel,
Amidst the sand that fills the desert,
The oasis of truth is buried with its passage,
Never to be found,
Never to be found.
Say a prayer above the whispers,
Let them fly to the heavens,
Looking skyward for the answers,
Wait for them to fall in summer showers,
Never to be seen,
Never to be seen.
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Soft Curses of Angels - Volume 3 - Vaudevillian
PuisiThe "journey to middle age" part of my chronological anthology of bad poetry. Estimated age at time of writing 24-28. I both thank and apologise to any soul who takes the time to read these.
