Attendant of God's
bare feet tickles
below the ground
the Beelzebub luring
the heavenly being
to tip and surrender
her breath of life
shivering she lifts her
dress off the wet grass
and let her spiritual wings
to burst into flames
of God's rejection
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Bad Seed
PoetryPoetry of my relationship with GOD - please keep your mind open as you read my poem - very simple and short.
