I HAVE BEEN TO THE MOUNTAIN!
Forced to pray at the age of ten
The Sunday School window provided The Way
Thinking to fly from the Deacon's grip
To the ground so hard and far below
My skinny little arms, I used for wings
To set me down, without a scratch
To the hot asphalt parking lot
Two stories below and jammed with cars
I hit that shit running and have never stopped
Silently cheered on, by those not so lucky...
I HAVE BEEN TO THE MOUNTAIN...
And there was NOTHING THERE!!!
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