ceremonies

ceremonies of total madness
bleat under dead moon rising
in just another show to tell
of what really goes on

holy men without money
pray for more sex with minors

holy mothers of the cloth
ship out to dictate the difference
between what embarrasses
a pious flag
from a loaf of bead

I run red with blood
children women and men
not in favour of war

there is no alliance
with the meek
no excuse for losing
interest in I

there is a no more hello
in the all of everything
in the finality that finally
comes into a sedimentary play

hello hi
I am here
do you remember me
do you see me

find other I:s
where all you
reconvene
and finally
has a final say




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-06-19 at 15:51

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This one's a bit angry. I think we are all upset about the terrible things done by the church. Is organized religion redeemable? Who knows.
2015-06-21