Wednesday, November 13, 2013


well I tried to believe you

when the thunder broke in the sky

and the swelling seas swallowed

half the lands where we lived

and I tried to believe you

when the waters receded and all that was left

was a shingle made of bricks and siding

and clays and broken foundations

yet I tried to believe you

when your priests moved among the displaced

in ramshackle Red Cross shelter

shilling for acceptance of the One's unspeakable Will

and it was in that wreck of purging ruins that I stopped

trying to believe you and took matters into my own hands....

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