Losers Lost Loss


It’s a lost brand. No fame to find.

No deluxe artistry, no quality bands.

To the hitless hitters music was a secondary choke hold,

limiting their curtail of all semblance of breaking the mold.

Murder of the light was their delectation, their demonic creation.

An angel in their sights provided the downfall connection.

Star maker celestials descended in my defense only to be rent and sore.

I battle dearly, Holy Father the victor and referee; totality the score.


by Saint Jerriè McGill


About St. Rev. Jerriè McGill

I'm a devout Christian Saint, Prophet, and Minister lady who loves the LORD. I'm also a writer, singer, composer, and visionary. I aspire to be like my Holy Father, an angel. I'm a Holy Roller Stomper, quite serious, yet joyful of my True Father's Heavenly work. I'm a graduate of Georgia Southern University and have a Bachelor of Science degree in Justice Studies. I reside in Atlanta, GA.
This entry was posted in My Literary Writing, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s