River, Marina Moevs, 2005
You can give your sins to Jesus
You can wash them in the river
You can throw them in the ocean
But don't bring them to me
You can tell it on the mountain
You can tell in confession
You can tell it to a five buck whore
But I don't wanna hear it any more
Jesus may have died for your sins
but I'm not breakin' another nail
God may be callin' you home
but I'm lockin' the doors.
submitted for The Mag, Magpie Tales 98
18 comments:
woohoo thats the way to tell it....smiles.
This is great!
You can tell it to a five buck whore
But I don't wanna hear it any more
and the ending just brings it home! :)
Amen!!
Wow............
Once again.....*BAM!*
You make lightness so dark and deep......!
Lovin' it!
:)
Yesss MA'AM! Can I get an Amen up in here?
Wow, am sensing a whole lot of bitterness in this! Excellent write. Point taken, I'd say!!
Ouch. Very powerful.
Wow! five bucks, huh?
Bruce, Boss, Bruce ... down to the river! Look what you triggered!
wow!! strong, angry but fan-tas-tic!!
Crikey! Dark, but true. Great - controlled anger here.
Hot damn, that's good!
Hell to the yeah!.. sometime we just have to lay it out there in plain english.
loved this:-)
Lynne
This works for me, ticks all the boxes that matter. Excellent.
Whoo. Lawsy yes. I'm just a Rev, not a priest fer Gawds sakes.
ouch haha but a big hell yeah too - nicely stated!
I'm with Caty: Amen!
Oh yeah! A first class rant of a poem!
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