We are punished there is no escape for the thief and the selfish fool
I suffer everyday with anxiety for my daily sustenance and temptation too
The mind and soul, spirit and whole
what tenor does it sound now
that I am set adrift God lift me
from the put the pit that has been dug
to trap demons and other forgotten
the stale and the rotten. The silver
and lead. The slow and the dead.
The amber drowning
The fire water which burns the stomach lining
Down Down Down from the mouth
the frown disquised as a smile
The bottle the vessel for denial
Sitting on the street bench seeking
validation for once surcease of the void
afraid others will be annoyed
The original and the remembered
The diamond and the emerald
To be restored to the kingdom once more
The rainbow remembers his covenant
and we are above the firmament
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