To find the architect who designed the misery,
called Hell, creating chaos among the infidels,
not reading scripture…the first domino falls,
a whisper of forgotten prayer…the big man with
horns, runs a tight racket catering to the anemic
souls ghosting in Hell. Tasting like formaldehyde
in the devil’s martini of yellowed jaundice,
saluting the bones of the loose vertebrae,
before finding me Amigo, in God, with a simple
prayer, “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
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Architect of Misery
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