Which side do
you reside?
Perhaps by the lake
or an empty tide.
The engine’s on
yet we don’t move,
as if something–
or everything is wrong.
Blue lips,
rigid skin,
perhaps time has
caught up to our sins.
Now we sit
buried in coffins,
rotting bones,
until we become nothing.
Snakes can be
self-centred friends
speaking to me
whenever it’s convenient.
Yet in these moments
they seem distant,
just as I thought–
time to end it.
I’ve noticed people are participating in a God-less trend. They love their sins more than they love God. They claim to praise him and read scripture, yet they still participate in law-less actions. I wonder if people truly fear God. Or maybe their too comfortable in death.
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Seeds Before Water 