God Father

Shall it be spent,

This way to Sundays,

An after image of the night?

 

Over the days,

In throughout the measurable decay,

And fathered be the day gone by.

 

Gathering in circles,

We walk amongst the shore,

Places to behold in anguish and sacrificial obstinance.

 

Brotherly in nature,

And hollow be thy name,

The greatest forgotten,

And we are all the same.

 

God fathered,

To bestow in between ages,

We were not given his grace.

◄ Friday

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