that road

that road
would it make me a hypocrite
to say you will make
a good pharisee?

i have been busy
cleaning detritus
from my eyes
and it is becoming
too clear
what you are
really made of

i know you live
in the grip of fear
i am sorry
i have walked your road
it leads to a poisoned well
filled with trash and corpses
and the stench of sulfur
and never ending fire
i cannot walk that way with you
if i return there i will die
and that is not
the sacrifice i am meant to make

will you listen
if i call you back
to the land of milk and honey?

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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