lost in the reeds
standing serene
torn from my mind
church out of time
perfect in form
each stone conform
to memory
mired to its knee
come, my son it begins
know, we tire of the wait
eat and drink of our host
teeming filth for your plate
hark and hear unto me for i speak true
this sermon lovingly meant just for you
faith only means a thing if meant for good
once it was everything and now it's not
there entranced you sit your gaze is fixed on my own
fixed in place by my insect like prayer chattering
sup now of the word and shed your skin to its sound
once you were human and now you are chattering
hid from my sight his horrid flock
radiation wretching up teeth
packed in the pews staring at me
now they feed, now they feed, now they feed, now they feed
torn piece by piece a stain on the seat
there quivering my lips still praying
still praying
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