Threadbare Needlepoint popped into church all "shot-up"
Unloading the gun in his mouth instead with the word of God
Wordsmith said he got more knives than lives so he gonna count his blessing and
Zebra-skinned carver earned his stripes with the song of his soul
Oath growth patching cobblestone pathways
Prodigal son of man to God turning his cheeks
To the check wrecks casting stones
The prestigious vigilantes who oppose, who oppress,
The rebels wishing up pebbles for bars to melt, to welt, into windows
As it had been done for him with no outgoing/ upcoming consequence
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Gospel & Intel by Rhizome Olivia Quondam
SpiritualThis is a collection of some of my Christian poetry, written over the course of over twelve years. I've gone through denominational changes, so that is reflected in some of my poetry. It contains sermons, analysis, prayers, thoughts, hymns, and psal...
