This is a communication of pointless proportions
A fool with no motive
A saint in denial
A church with no meaning
To sin with a smile
Under the ladder
Every crack in the street
Deliver us from evil, said the catholic priest
Deliver us from judgement, said the beauty and the beast
Because everything we think is true
I’ll eat my words for tea tonight
You can mark them, if you like
The same thing every night
Your eyes seem to flicker like a broken light
But from a crack in the clouds, pure blue comes bursting through
These passing thoughts that pass away
Not worth running after
In times of meditation
In a christian civilisation