THUNDERING preachers tumbling into
dust, recycled mythology, submerged in
mutual exploitation, and a quick fix for
a fallen and a broken love.DIM echoes,
bathed in red, green, and blue, and a
fallen hero thats dead and baried in a
place called you.STUMBLING blocks
for insidious minds, better open up your
eyes, and find some thing greater then
your self.THUNDERING preachers.....
DAVID GERARDINO
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pilgrims-progress-91/
