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A Sunday Sermon (Vision) by bondservant |
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3/25/09 (recorded 3/25/09 @ 11:31:02 AM) |
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I heard a sermon last Sunday echo lifelessly through the sanctuary with the kind of sarcasm that doesn’t quite bite absorbed by the warm bodies and fine clothing with only whispers reaching our ears I think it was about love and coffee and other relevant things delivered with the kind of miniscule spark that must have set Los Angeles ablaze killing eight last summer That afternoon I remember fighting past the surf to find that undulating calm where the smoke-laden breeze mingled with the quicksilver an hypnotic fornication which I dared not disturb so I looked away only to watch the monstrous eye slide lazily into a sea of blood perhaps the blood of the eight but I was at peace and they, at rest Who was it, after all, who decided drowning would be a good ritual? “That seems pleasant, a pregnant picture of hope” I guess that way you have no choice but to leave all this behind There is something, shall we say, poignant about being snuffed out in a pool of someone else’s blood imagining the gurgling twilight to be dawn in the best-case scenario |
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