THUMPERS

bearing witness to a friend

caught betwixt his blasphemy

where cretins breed and boast

that they’re the only ones

with faith worth thinking of and

dreaming of a host of simpletons

and he’s not quite there yet

where I am now a meaningful

debate is never happening

while he’s between

the sheets with enemies

that he’s believing there

accosting lies and filth driven

dribble they spew forth

hate ascribed to two thousand year

old words rewritten a thousand times

and I can’t bear to be

the voice of reason for him

in  his delayed reaction to

his abasement eschewed

by those he calls

family

instead of me

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