Thy Kingdom Come

I placed a pebble on a paper boat

Tied the anchor to my throat

There was bleating when the shepherd passed

The Image had a face at last

The boat capsized and my words trembled

At the holy touch, the finger shrank

Sublimity poisoned my river

The saints razed the sacred land



Published by: flatlined84

A thinker outside the quarantine zone. The words on this blog will assault your senses, would make you curse in the holy name of Bard. If that's not enough, leave a piece of your mind in the comments section- the writer is on the dole and is always hungry.

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