Miniscule man, pleading up up up
To heaven’s crying firmament;
Sobbing down cemented sides
Of the citadels of shadowed faith.
No comfort here, outside halls of hell
Topped by stone-shaped demons;
Leering, spouting speakers are they,
Grotesquely grinning a gurg’ling flow.
Their curling tongues lick sewer lies
That wash no sin, only pointed horns;
Artistic expressions of monsters
Spitting heaven’s waste down down down.
Timid heaven-bound thoughts falter,
Deluged in gargoyle vomit:
Mocking faith-dead mental misery
With beast-retched waste water words.
This is excellent!
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That means so much to me, coming from you. I love your poems.
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Thank you very much!
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Not one of your cheerier efforts. But very good all the same.
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Then my work here is done…
*stalks off moodily*
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I always picture you as a ray of sunlight. Never moody. Ever.
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That’s great! I’ll tell my counselor that I’m coming across this way now and she’ll… wait a minute; were you being sarcastic?
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How very dare you Chelsea?!? 😱
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