those ‘fore us…

tis Sunday morn…
church bells ring…
Christ’s cross looms o’er head…

a cold feelin’…
the departed wait…and wait…
how long til i join ’em…

bread has been torn…
lines form…
an organ sings to St. Mary…

and God pours a pint…
we are served…
hallelujah…

amen…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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