The Fountain
Wednesday, January 7th, 2009by James Schwartz
I cannot rewrite Religion.
Yet I do believe.
Arcing as a fountain.
After hours sacrament to recieve.
I cannot monger War.
My creed is of peace.
After hours in his arms.
Two fountains spurt release.
I cannot turn the Tide.
Droplets dripping from my lip.
A wrestling angel after hours.
Bound by his iron grip.
I cannot deny Decadence.
Drunkenly we do feed.
Arcing as a fountain.
Spilling [...]










