Mended Words Entry #5 (Clothes for the soul)

Note content of no content
Psalms and chapters read nightly,
The obedience from far away
In the audience of the empty
No streaks of light, but act, talk and
Think alike; all in the name of what seems right.

Daily faith treasured and burried
Underneath the politically correct
I demand your respect
And I respect your response
All in love in the midst of the ambiance.

My faith is here burried under scriptures and parables alike,
Hollow tips tip scales outside
My inner being all prayers aside
Cut asunder, two minds
Falling in line with camouflaged
Wardrobes, in my love affair with
Society
And these clothes smell like smoke.

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