jensus lost faith in the flock
the community of faithless
jensus kryst she mutters over & over again
blessed mother holds her hands up in prayer
prayer for the non-believer
prayer of the god less
church of the universe
bless-ed is the smoke of nirvana
hash smoke coils round finch's head
bless-ed are we of the clean air
smells green in these mountains
bless-ed are we of the yellow days & crimson leaves
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For some reason I cant quite explain, I love your poetry. It talks to me/ Its different/ Fresh/ Deep in its own way.
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