Conviction

August 26, 2017

Preacher take me to your church

My minds caught by a verse

Even the angel up on perch

Cannot hear my curse

Birch trees search

Purse by purse

For lives so recherche

Even steal from a nurse

Makes my stomach lurch

As you drive away in a hearse.

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