When I thought of the Scapegoat
And so I screamed, ‘Is that a savior?’
To warn me about the sinner
The penitent pretender penancing
My mind always strays to storms
They are perfumed from unseen warms
The affectionate apologist awakening
And its eyes have all the stiffening
It threw its ghost against the eruptions
I felt obliged to admire the interruptions
This post is in response to FOWC’s One Word Challenge for today:
Thursday, 05/23/2019 “Scapegoat” by Fandango
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