The lies that fly by mine ears

I cant believe I abide these lies that fly by mine ears, breed fears and tears, try to leave me Godless
and Helpless,

well they’re selfish,

I turn my face from that dark dirty glob in the corner of my temple that is otherwise full of the light
before which I tremble,

the Lover of my soul,

from which all good flows, including Our Lady, Think I’ll thank her cause she got me, brought me to
the foot of the cross, soul anchored,

was like the spill from an oil tanker seeping and spreading that toxic waste.

Been keeping my heading Rock-ward, caught my ship before I crashed.

This babylon marathon carry on, carrion be buried not but stays and rots ready for the reaping.

This garden we’re keeping…
We plant weeds, spray weed killer then complain when theres no fruit no boquet,

cant stand no delay betwixt lights that wick the attention of those whose plight is boredom.

Whose plight is boredom?

Those consumed by the box on which i tap to make this rap.

Thank you Father,
Amen

Back with the sounds of dark night by sullivan murphy