by Unknown
Feb 2013 450 Views 8 comments
Fire Sale
Perched on high with crooked beak,
The preening priest preened and preached.
And teached of sin and sins defeat
To bleach the soul but sold deceit
Then preached again as he reached
into our pockets,
with no receipt.
The preening priest preened and preached.
And teached of sin and sins defeat
To bleach the soul but sold deceit
Then preached again as he reached
into our pockets,
with no receipt.
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Posted: Feb 2013
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Comments (8)
the outcast that lives inside
the inner child that runs and hides
from todays time, tomorrows tides
that wait for none.
The spinning dial
the clock, the face, returns the child,
and everyday this face reminds
the man I'm not: I left behind
the tomorrows that I thought I'd find
I'd say a few churches need to clean up their act lol
I was looking for 'the guy sweeping the floor' emoticon but can't find it so...
Amen