27 juil. 2017
 
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Rapture

They come groveling

Bearing gifts

Hearts unrepentant

 

Banging their heads on the ground

Forgive me, bless me, heal me

Sweat fills their pores

Knees scarred from crawling

Voices hoarse from shouting

Surely they must make it

 

Temporarily appeased

They scatter

Body aches affirm it,

Empty pockets confirm it

Heaven bound

Forgiven, blessed, healed

 

Alone at last

Their hearts twist and turn

Their souls cry out, unsure

 

Nike Campbell-Fatoki

 

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