Wicked Garden

"And so the wicked will be smote down
into dust, to whisper warnings amongst
the living."

I came, I saw, and I apologize.

I thought I knew it all but I
was most assuredly wrong.
Apparently.

My heart lept amongst the clouds
and my eyes dribbled lyrics of lifes
ungodly crescendo.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It wasn't anyones fault really, I was just
built that way.

This structure is unbalanced, unfair,
and unholy.

Thunder bolts and dead relatives for
answers, you say? Makes complete
folly to me.

"God damn and hallelujah - get down
on your mother fucking knees." The priest
said to the pulpit.

Amen.