Telling lies as truth at my door
they plant innocent graves
and taint their tongues with messiah's blood:

they all aspire to godhead without cross

who can redeem their acts?

I'm no god or godfather to sacrifice
sun, spring, moon, morning breeze, or rain
nor any gods of love visit my house
but it grieves to see so many martyrs
awaiting resurrection the short way

Poetry by R.K.Singh
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Written on 2005-07-04 at 14:15

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I don't want to offen anyone so I won't mention specifics...this however reminds me of a certain religious party that takes to the streets every spring here in the US trying to convert everyone. Very well done!

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a lonely piece - making me think of suiters, but love is nigh. and all the people who want the quick fix of joy, without the learning.