Apocalyptic Endings
Conjugations to the Congregation
Ideas of persuasion
What if scenarios of
Alien invasions
I watch brains get faded
Gripped by fear of being invaded
Hope turns dry
Thoughts become raisins
Goals of escape, knowing all too well
They’re not escaping
So, I continue to stumble forward
Falling on verbs
I watch the whole congregation
Hang on my words
Conjugated to perfection
The fire does burn
Inside their minds
However, they work
I can change rhetoric
Oh, when will they learn?
I could speak blizzards
To those always in search
Existing in present
But barely on earth
I give lessons on life
Coupled with obviously ridiculous terms
They will come seeking my sermons
Because they live in my church
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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