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Zealot_

My friend the Zealot              
shot me with a pellet              
angry as I didn't bow my head just right              
during this implosion              
and the batteries corrosion              
we couldn't read the gospel              
cause hell   I didn't have the light      
so I asked the pastor              
after this disaster              
how do you get the cathedral to shine so bright              
he looked me in the eye              
said it would be fine              
a tithe they would collect              
to commit my crime              
and I said              
forgive me, forgive me again and again  
Written by BatPowers (Bat Powers)
Published | Edited 7th Jul 2024
Author's Note
What kind of Christian will we have to be?
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