Random (A Collection of One Shot Stories and Poems.)

Savior

Tempest storm, come hurtle down.  What's to wait for? Wash my sins clean and clear, 'till I'm pure in your sight.

God despises the weak at heart and I'm guilty of that.

Discord lives in the nooks and crannies of my bones that when you peel off my skin, you'll see that I've got cobwebs and haunted houses with their candle lights and ghostly tombs.  Dissect where the muscles connect to my nerves, you'll find all sorts of howling creatures.  They are the nastiest of sorts, what with their snarling, clawing and gnashing of an undeniable hunger, you won't miss them.  Go on, and when you travel deeper, keep your belongings under your most careful watch, because once you reach my organs, take a look and you'll see my hypocrisy, all the lies I've told, all the dirty secrets I kept in treasure chests with crooked teeth...

Every part of me needs a Savior, I suppose.