I saw the
gap spew forth the law of the apes.
A sea of
pews and the awe of penitents cannot halt the sale.
Seven times
seven is a gross violation
And we gape
at our sagging edifice.
The wage of
sin slew the gasping throng
As we
swapped tales of plague and lapse.
The paws of
the beast leapt nearer,
His claws
like an awl piercing the heart.
I felt the
air grow thick, a gas filling my lungs with lead.
I saw the
root of a massive tree.
Now the
leaves bloom black, the fruit is a stillborn husk,
And the
bark: sewn skin.
They find me
on the edge of a yawn.
They grasp
at my mind
In the
moments before I am unconscious.
I never
suspect how deep the roots grow.
An ancient
adversary, a primeval list.
I recognize
them too late and my pleas fall on deaf ears.
My soul has
been sapped.
I write my
repentance but the pages are blank.
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