Faith Waster

Faith Waster
By Johnny-Ray

Confined to chattered teeth,
He crafts a paper chapel
An origamic testament
To make-believe.
Haggled to the lowest price,
This splendor sees no light
A problematic atonement of his soul
He creates a saint and Satan
Praises neither one
Cuts his perfect palms
To watch deliverance run
Down his fingers, down to earth…
“I’m in the soil…when it dissipates
I’m in the air…when it recedes
I’m in the water…and when I wash ashore
I’m back and round’ again”
“I’m blind to all conversion”
He bellows to the mountain
An all but blistered sentiment
To his kingdom below.
“I will die more than once”
He now looks to the sky..
“Cause I am recast every time”
Pound at my door, torch and pitchfork,
Shove me to the floor, shove me some more
don’t let me rise to catch a breath
Beat me within an inch of death, And drag me on…
To the gallows where it’s too late to beg for vindication
Dust off the hood, tell me I’m no good and….cut me down.
“I’m in the soil
I’m in the air
I’m in your water
Kill me here…And I’m in your dreams”