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Religion
June 6, 2010
I am not my mother's.
She belongs to hard
wooden pews, in a
remorseless chapel
where
I have no place.
Her coercion is
relentless. The
sound of her voice
is
that of a sinner,
for she claims that
we are all evil,
all damned. But if
your
very soul is lost
to brimstone, why
bother to pursue the
impossible mercy of
god?
© Flynn O., Novato, CA
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