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Gospel 

I listened to your every word, as if we were sitting in the pew on Sunday.

Worshipped your word and your advice as if you were preaching the gospel. 

Then I grew up and realized the faith you were preaching was all bullshit.

You left me and took your blasphemy with you. 

You left me a sinner, with no gospel to believe in.

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Now with added audio (felt better read).

Wishing For Rain

She spent that week,

Wishing for rain.

Every morning that

Same,

Brown,

Grass,

Reaching towards her.

But a dry week

Of flat-packs

And quick pick-me-ups

From a garden sale,

Hid the hate.

An attempt to resuscitate

The happy days of swing

Seats, and...

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