Acquiesce

Unholy
Supplication to a doctrine that breaks
Bones
As boughs to those who need
Life
When all that blossoms
Warps
Manufactured aridity of the soul
Taught
In classrooms as in pulpits
Worship
Without value
Knowledge
Without context
Life
Without color
Blanched
Of all meaning
Silenced
Thoughts that scream
Freedom
From the top of my ribs
Compressed
For all that dies
Unfelt
-EJoveJohnson

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