A Literary Giant*
Even christ wore A crown.
(She) sees the world as a fire
Sees the truth
As cats see the fence
Behind a wall of momentum hides
A frown so wide
A high so stern
A Fetish so public
And I repeat;
Where is the gold and who painted it?
Where is the blame and who placed it?
When does the answer pose
A question bold enough that it
There is a messiah crawling on his knees
Among the sick and battered needy.
Theres ships making there way
Down a long line of lips.
Your Irony speaks many volumes to me
A wedding ring by the sink birthed
A pothole at my feet
Allow me to repent
Condemn me when I speak
For the light i follow
Blindly swollows souls
The souls of the wolves
(Even christ wore a crown)
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