.Saturday, June 20, 2009 ' 11:22 PM
Reality At It's Best

Clasp your hands and count your sins.
kneel at the pew, and so the sermon begins.
no judgment cast down this day, will set you free.
one last wish he could have changed his life.
the cowardice forever following him.
the world has turned it's back on him.
a sullen walk to the steeple top to look over the city.
he carves his name in that old brass bell.
so when it rings he can hear it in hell.
unwanted.