Spirits shattered, all that mattered, lost,
as I look into my heart to see its last
moment of disposal, empty, a sum so hefty,
everything leaking out through the cracks,
feel like a road kill along the tracks
so then, I ask why, why do I make myself a
blank page?
I am that Bible, a piece of God’s handwriting.
What say it when read?
What am I to show for in the presence of
angels once in heaven?
The unleavened, bread is what I shall be, what
is shattered is no longer to be
For all that I do, I show that I am a
letter from Christ
Second Corinthians, Chapter Three Verse
Three
so remember
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