An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #14

A place of worship,
far beyond where the eyes can see,
help me, redeem
and quell my curiosities;
if fact could pull me from
this desolation,

Spear tip;

Pointed as his thorns;
and the devil’s horns.

A cross-
contamination
a drop of sin.

Water so clear and so pure,
no particles of doubt or hate;
only love’s immeasurable.

Like ink,
she bleeds.

//

Grace.
One man’s
journey to the top;

Chinese currency,
spent on faith.

In the mountains,
yew reaches up,
to consolidate a life’s expenditures.

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A place of worship,
far beyond where the eyes can see,
help me, redeem
and quell my curiosities;
if fact could pull me from
this desolation,

Spear tip;

Pointed as his thorns;
and the devil’s horns.

A cross-
contamination
a drop of sin.

Water so clear and so pure,
no particles of doubt or hate;
only love’s immeasurable.

Like ink,
she bleeds.

//

Grace.
One man’s
journey to the top;

Chinese currency,
spent on faith.

In the mountains,
yew reaches up,
to consolidate a life’s expenditures.

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