Cloak of red and bread, pasted to every followers tongue.
In its dissolving nature it clings its wafer thin spirits to the gut , and in its turn hides the hell in all of us,
if only for a momment.
That's when our pregnant minds tinge the skins pigment and frails the flakey nails into yellow pixles of light,
chains of gold fall in handfuls and glass tears form the 5 stations,
as the T statue crosses over onto yet another red cut neck, dangling from soul to soul, mouth to mouth cursing the pursed lips of every hypocrite.
As the "sane man" fathoms passions clear, through his glass balloon,
as the "perfect daughters" of the world prepare one last meal for their families.
The sugar is placed in every cup and drank by its believers.
A contest entry
- Drugs... by Coffer.
300 points, ended October 2, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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very interesting thanks for sharing good luck in contest....!
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A very poignant ending, isn't cultism fun? It manages to get a message across without being blatantly offensive. Brava!
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As I have little sympathy for religion I can definetely relate to this. Well worded and I specifically like the last two lines as they almost "sting" as you read them. My only observation is the use of "glass" twice for tears and balloon that could have been avoided (if not used on purpose) with something that does not spoil the grear variety of images you make use of


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this is good, and im sure many ppl can relate -^.^-


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Great use of imagery, but could be improved by appealing to more than just the sense of sight. A great poem with a blurry message that finds a way to get across; as we go through our everyday lives with lies and deception, this write can make you look past that. Overall a good solid poem, one that has a purpose, and gets the message through. Thank you for entering the contest, and good luck.
-Nathan
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