Fake

Hollow sounds
Of voices,
I hear...

Words of faith,
That calls me near.

And with hate ringing
Through out the hall...
We pray through lies,
To God we call,
To lift us out,
To make us whole,
To save our puny mortal souls.

Then God
Looks down
In pure disgust.

Then we realize,
That hell is us.

by Sandra Osborne

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