i sat in an empty pew
in an empty church,
fingering the cover of the
leather tome in my lap.
he came and got me
in his robes and all,
smile on his face,
he took me downstairs.
then i did things
in the name of the lord
that you never hear about
during sunday's sermon.
years later, i learned,
that he was no holy man,
just a sick, broken fool,
like oh so many others.
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