Almost Holy
I was spiritual, once.
Almost holy
Felt the presence of god,
Offered prayers and praise,
But his flock was poisoned
Bent and broken
Under a twisted theology
That glorified their pain.
So I judged the tree
By its rotting fruit
And walked the other way.
This was meant for the vss365 prompt today (spiritual), but my schedule was chaos so I didn't get it posted earlier. I will post it here instead.