O holy day
Pass the vipers
To your sisters
To your brothers
My arms puncture scarred
Yet I live
I am stronger than Paul
Look to me
Covered in sweat
And fire of the Spirit
Raise your hands
Shout in exaltation
Scream hallelujah
In any tongue that takes you
Pass the vipers
To your sisters
To your brothers
Dance in fervorous liturgy
Throw yourselves prostrate in quivering praise
Gird your loins
For the world will devour
Unless you abide near me
Look at me
Look to me
If you cut me
Do I not bleed milk and honey?
I am your sustenance
I am your protection
Do not look Higher
Do not crack the Book
I am the direct line
Your lifeline
I will scream your salvation
Until my throat is rusted
And red speckles my handkerchief
Pass the vipers
Praise the vipers
Their pruning nectar
Keeps our number pure
So flail and shout
And place your faith in me
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
Author of LUNARTIC (and other poems)
insta: @theaaronmorrison
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