The World Above

Tue, 07/12/2016 - 22:36 -- Eviek4

The night sky spoke for itself.

Emitting perpetual promise,

Unlike the pretense of your idols.


Your lens dotted with the dust of pastors, 

Fear of heaven,

Mine clear with the spotless faith in

Mortal hell I found in you.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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