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Conflections # 1
By Judy C Meeker
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edited: Friday, November 17, 2006
Posted: Thursday, November 16, 2006
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I shall lock myself away from my own mind
and make myself humble.
I shall crawl through the dust and expell every ray
from my childish soul, and from the garden of my
human heart, I shall uproot all the lovely buds lest
they blossom and betray men into breaking the iron
curtain that seperates religion and love.
Religion will trample the white buds into the bloody
dust and announce me totally depraved; they will
make reason blasphemy; make pity a crime; and
paint the torments of my dammed soul on the walls
of their great churches, and my torment will never
die but grow poetic. My cries ascending from hell
shall be perfume to heaven, though I shall not die
as some, with a curse on my tongue and the face
of my mother on my heart...
Judy C. Meeker
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