Sidewalks swallow
testimony
of the
transient
prophet
pulling
a bottle
from
the
faithless
pockets
of
passersby

He walks
and
has
a final glimpse
of the
brakelights
as they
rush
up
to
the
red
light

He's
alone
in
a
city
of
stone

millions


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/12/2017

I tripped and fell into temptation
The hole was exceptionally deep
The futher that I fell
the deeper I would sink
I built stairs
that were made up of all colors of lies
But the more that I made
the top was never nye
But the hole was much deeper
than all the stairways made to Heaven
I needed a friend to save me
one who converts sin into salvation
from bread that must be unleavened