there is that crusty ledge-
with swordplay above
the sidewalk below
or the fire escape
with nowhere to go-
you think that you have me,
but I will not stay-
my heart is not touched
by your game of decay.
my mind is on Heaven
I stand to declare
while yours is on Hell
and baggage-filled care.
you call into question
the right and the pure
while your heart is rotten
with no earthly cure.
beware spreading rumors
beware spreading hate...
touch not God’s anointed
lest you be those now Late.
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