Gospel Writer

The gospel pervades everything,
shutting down the barrage of lies.
They lie like rotting flesh as
gospel dawn illumines the battlefield.
I continue for gospel’s sake
when I realize It could wipe this page
The creeping lie that slithers upon
what’s left of the fight in me
is one that says I’m a very good fighter,
an original writer whose words have
weight and power.
But the only weight and power I had
lies dead there,
in the presence of that all-illumining sun.

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