Fire in the Holy! (lyttlejoe)

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Fire in the Holy!

Why did this all seem

Like a fuzzy dream

Those lips

Those eyes

And the flame that lit the skies


Little Ron yelled, things were dire

The town's church was on fire

3Gun shrugged and ran

"Holy smoke!" CG cried

She shrugged as well, and sighed


Deputy D set up a blockade

Making room for the bucket brigade

She told 3Gun the pastor was missing

He didn't stop to inquire

Ran instead straight into the fire


The pastor was by the pulpit, on the floor

A long way from the only door

He cursed when he saw the font was empty

But the blasphemy raised the pastor's head

3Gun grimaced; "At least I know you ain't dead."


Using a fireman's carry he rushed to the door

But the roof gave way and crashed to the floor

The stained glass window was the only way left

"No," cried the pastor, "he's a famous saint!"

And as the glass shattered he felt Pastor Phil faint


Deputy D ran to their side, "That'll cost you votes."

3Gun smiled and looked up to see CG taking notes

I told her to stay away, he lay the pastor down

"You were to stay behind, not here writing quips!"

She ran to his side, grabbed his head and kissed his lips


Now ain't life really funny . . . sometimes

 sometimes

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