The road down to heaven unfurls like a serpents tongue,
Cracks in the pavement tell urban stories like the backs of ancient hands,
A crowded corner forebodes change, but is lost in sordid self-righteousness,
Tears burn hot down proud faces, but quickly dry with slivering eyes,
Green amazement splits truth's facade, as pagan saints lay morality across unholy alters,
They sacrifice belief as their martyr,
Somewhere in the crowd a child's velvet hands begin to crack.
1 comment:
everone must choose: a loss innocence or ignorance. in the holiest of cities a child realizes the hypocrisy and questions the 'truths' he's been told all his life. i like it.
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