Finding a soul mate
In a hail storm of shit
Miracles happen
Tragedies too
Seen that tornado
Touch down and knew
Cut a path clean through
This town but left almost
Every house untouched
Except for one
Preacher Parson's place
Tore it up like
It were made of paper
Strangest thing
Inside they found
DVDs of kiddy porn
Magazines and stills
His hard drive
Was awash with the stuff
God's punishment?
Anyways out of the haze
Stumbles Mary-Lou
Her house was untouched
But she hid all the same
And there she was
Wet and raggedy and cold
So I took her in my arms
Fed her hot chocolate
Took her to the refuge
But she wouldn't let go
Like I was her
Guardian Angel or something
Anyways we set up pretty good
Sometimes I think she's
My Guardian Angel
Sent from heaven to see me right
To quit me of my wicked ways
And ease the passing of the night
© shaun patrick green 2012
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