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religious
a dark shroud
of gloom
covers him.
his past eats
away inside
clanging words
of redemption
that fly from lips
like hope made
of tin cans.
noisy, shrieking
like the clamor
of a lamb
slaughtered.
a money tree,
his fanatical dream,
the truth
is masked
in paper bills
with smiling faces
but none belong
to your jesus.
promises clenched
in bloody fists
from former years,
lies loom
and seal doom.
apocolypse
only happens
in the mind
like phrenic
bombs.
© 2013 8:46 AM 8/1/2013
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