“Sin City Church”
It was 5 a.m. and only one man was in there
He showed me his Rosaries and gave me a pair
Catholic Meditation-Mother Teresa-Mosaic Jesus
Knees on the pew-opened my eyes-church full of people-what do I do?
“We have a visitor with us today…” were the first words from the priest’s lips
Is this really happening?
This is intense, better take the rest of the trips
Try to fit in-Where do I begin? I picked up the book which told me my sins…
These words can breathe, as far as I can perceive
In the Mosaic
I Truly Believed
Angelic voices-layers upon layers
Could not see the waves, but they splashed in my ears
What happened next is best understood by seers
Saint Vincent Van Gogh
Entered my soul
Patron Saint of schizophrenics, homosexuals, junkies, and every kind of deviant
These are the types of thoughts I had on that expedient
I’ll never forget what that unlikely Saint boasts-
“These are the ones that need Love the most”
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