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A Thief In London

April 20, 2016
By AdzMW GOLD, Ester, Alaska
AdzMW GOLD, Ester, Alaska
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;Of course it is all happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean it isn&#039;t real?&quot; - Dumbledore<br /> <br /> &quot;Fail. Fail again. Fail better.&quot; - English teacher


Churches in America don’t ring like you,
Westminster Abbey.

Your ceilings could house the stars,
Contain the heavens that you sell
For a few pennies to believers.

You are the image of ancient faith
And I violate you
             with
                every
                     step.

The air that fills your lungs is
Tainted by my very breath.

For such an open cavity,
You crush my bones.

There’s a boy my age,
He sits alone in a wooden pew that stretches
For miles.
His hands fly over his chest,
tracing a cross that’s left a groove of somebody else’s bruises
Across his heart.
Inside his mind are the magnificent 
Golden gates of a promised future.

Your stone walls soak him in
Like a thirsty creature from some time
Long, long ago.

Candlelight paints itself across my chest,
Thousands of prayers,
                 And I’ve never prayed once.

Instead of worship, I have stolen you with my greedy eyes,
I have placed you on a dusty shelf in my mind,

Alongside Shiva’s pastel smile
And the lightning bolt
I pried from Zeus’s fingertips. 



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