It was all going swell until I fell out of favor.
My poems are true love but some truth is hard to savor.
When you have a taste for blood in the name of a savior
And every single one drips exactly the same flavor.
So, go ahead and run, but the truth will never waiver.
And when your run is done, you’ll find Love is your creator.
© Christopher Allen Breidinger
Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s Myths,
Methods, and Golden Messages”
Christopher Allen Breidinger
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