The day we forgot GOD.
Tears fell upon shaken sod.
Only to find myself alone.
Empty it was, a hollow home.
Sand and dust across time.
Grow and retreat, it was mine.
Lost in confusion of plastic ways.
Time is money for every day.
Lost in a fold of a lost earth.
Crumbled church, the gutter waif.
Cold hearts sing in the choir.
Satans song road of the fire.
Joseph Bejcek Poewhit copyright 2004 included in DREAMS my first chapbook. google; { joseph bejcek poewhit ] [ www.josephbejcekpoewhit.com ]
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