Oh, God, I killed a harmless pigeon,
I heard its bones crunch under my tires —
My car moved slowly, no intent
To harm the creature — he failed to fly.
How many times, in stupor, have I
Been on my selfish passions bent —
To die for feeding on wild desires —
Crushed under wheels of false religion?
Amen. There is certainly more than meets the eye here.
Amen. It does crush, doesn’t it? Thank you God for your deliverance!
Thanks, y’all! Amen and amen.