Oliver Houston Good Grief
Always thought that–hadn't believed–you were anything other than
A waste of time, wasted lines in a tome
Can I turn back, or will you smite me?
What if I try, what if I'm right?
Every brick down was laid mistakenly
Is that what I get for working alone?
I know I'm forgiven, that's why I sin
So long, or still going? Good God gone bad
And all that was, or never was:
I'm sifting through the wreckage of