She refused to walk among those that plead not forgiven.
They were all sinners of earth.
No one clean.
Present in church, still, not exactly present in belief
of a Being.
How could she find rhythm and dance sweetly to such songs that spoke of Death, Sacrifice, and battles not yet won by Divine.
The floor carried cheery feet: leather soles paired with crystal heels.
Not forgiven feet, were these that swayed to honey-sweet psalms sung by a Holy choir.
Their voices sugary, though filled with boundless blue sorrows. Music from blissful muses.
And so, this girl chose to flee this unholy, graceless scene.
