Untitled poem by Kieran Holland

Jesus was kind
Honest and pure
Jesus tried to give us a cure
A cure for this sickness
This sickness of soul
That turns us into a big black hole
Black holes are destructive
They consume all light
And yet stay as black as the darkest night
Without this light, how shall we see?
I’m a part of you
And you’re a part of me

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