the primal lie

The primal lie
repeats
repugnant nausea
We crawl to the grave
again
One more riff
one more sniff
take in
sin
Let it soak deep with in
it pours
never snores
Gives you life
to take it
shake it
break it
down
to dirt
to the grave from where we came
disorder
the order
no reprieve
Feel the sleaze
spread
curse
no remorse
O’ the folly!
we maim ourselves
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About Paul O'Brien

I am a lot of things; saint and sinner. I struggle and I strive. I am a husband and father of three. I have been in pastoral ministry for 17 years. I went to school at the Southern Baptist Theological Seminary but most of my schooling has been at the School of Hard Knocks. I have worked various jobs, including pheasant farmer, toilet maker, construction worker, and I served in the military. My wife and I enjoy reading at coffee shops, taking walks, hanging out with friends and family. I am a chaplain in the Air National Guard, a hospice chaplain, and a covocational church planter working towards a micro church movement. :)

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