Manmade heaven

That damn rooster
he crows for me
every time I betray myself

I will learn to listen
those undeniable calls
from my slumber arouse

Jesus is a metaphor
for the mystical indwelling
of spirit that Lives within

And yet the gods
are chewed to pulp
and fed back to me as though holy

To pass this way
again is a true travesty
no manmade heaven will hold me

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