Next Round

Worlds collide, slide through the gaps, Dressed down cordial, Cherries popping all around you, Unable to lie, life pronounces death and destruction, Faith, what can that do for you, Tell you what you can do, Take that faith and hide it away, Under bushel and barrel, Death and violence, awards for the gods you follow,…

BREAD IN A DESERT?

Stones unturned lay scattered around, As the two walk through the desert, Hungry and exhausted, The sun bearing down, Wishing for some bread to eat, Temptation awaiting in the heat, A Devil’s whisper, “You only need to use your power.” A holy answer, “Be gone from me.”