12-26-2022, 11:15 PM
Proto-martyrs stalk the aisles
of Heaven’s only Dollar Store,
looking to stock up on blood-stained stones.
Fire and brimstone are impossible
to keep on the shelf.
And there’s a spill of saint’s blood
in aisle 9. I can’t remember
why I took this job, or if it’s even a job
but instead a clever form of damnation.
I guess I’ll find out when payday comes.
of Heaven’s only Dollar Store,
looking to stock up on blood-stained stones.
Fire and brimstone are impossible
to keep on the shelf.
And there’s a spill of saint’s blood
in aisle 9. I can’t remember
why I took this job, or if it’s even a job
but instead a clever form of damnation.
I guess I’ll find out when payday comes.