You say that the saints are good
But there are no good saints
In fact, some of these saints
Are the biggest sinners of all
Why do we celebrate their goodness
And ignore the vilest of their sins
What of the fact that we
Are no better than they
The saints are nothing more than human beings
Yet we cloaked them with stars
There are no good saints here
Only flawed, wicked men
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NaPoWriMo 2014 Poetry
PoetryThe poems that I'm writing for NaPoWriMo 2014. (All of them are short)
