Poem -
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A strike through Christβs paternal breast,
Her crucifix rots to a heap unblest.
His pages torn, ink smudged with doubt,
Disgrace disrupts her blood devout.
On choir cries rest impassioned sermons-
Hail Mary, mother of somber virgins.
Her eyes dry out with impious truth,
That affliction plaguing misguided youth.Β
Come forth my callow, prying daughter,
White chaste redeems all biblical slaughter.Β
Kneel humbly before His gloried altar,
Raw knees give hindrance to lustful wander.
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Comments
Excellent writing! ??? x
Beautiful ink thank you for sharingΒ
Amazing to read x
excellent rhyme scheme!
Amen dear poet sister!!β¦..and.....WELCOME to COSMO!!
LOVE & ROCKETS!!β¦...T xo Β : )