I do think there are holy priests
Who do withhold from the feasts
Of pleasure and comfort seeking
Committed to exposing the reeking
Lies of a godless culture
Where God’s death is “food for the vulture”
And my next breath is sustained
By a material process maintained
In an infinite series
Of coincidental mysteries
Yet subject to the radical manipulations
Of woefully deficient compilations
Of wholly defiant ideations
Of the stuff that’s failed nations
Fall falling felled failing to rise
Rise Christ rise I don’t believe the lies
Just lies
Just lies
Gary Edward Geraci
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