ashes to ashes and
dust to dust
imma make it to
Easter or bust
forehead smeared with
last year’s palms
try to atone for
this year’s bombs
self awareness drive me loco
all my vices taste like cocoa
thank the lord i’ve quit the news
made me wanna hit the booze
jesus find me in the rain
writing writing i remain
jesus find me in the garden
waiting waiting
heart don’t harden
Post 1 of Lenty Twenty
