Please Stop Trying To Save My Soul
Please stop trying to save my soul.
I like it filthy and sinful.
I don’t want it laundered in blood.
I sleep in on Sundays.
I pray to a god of love and acceptance
that you would hate.
I find God in places
you would never think to look.
If Heaven is full of people like you,
I don’t want to go there.
Save me from your salvation.
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I know the feeling, Josie. Strong poem.