Seven

I can see from my vantage point outside of their home, Sitting here at my window in judgment on my throne. I observe their secret sins from behind my holy shield, Making note of their misery that I know should be healed. My Bible holds the answers to the questions they should ask, Stubbornly in ignorance they continue to bask. Evil creeps around me from all sides every day, I must tell their story so tenaciously I stay. I hold myself to the standard of a much higher plane, Above these simpl...