On my knees

via Daily Prompt: Fraud Fraud, a technically erroneous poem. Birthed by water, twice. No, thrice. Four, at most. In the name of the father, and of the son and the holy ghost. Read this fable, heed this passage, and make of it what you will. Seek me on Sabbath day, you have bowls to fill. In unison we recite, dutifully, mindlessly, ten times. Silent in … Continue reading On my knees