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Many have dragged themselves towards welted wishes of majestic saturation

Confusing His Wing for a ragged leaf

Position yourself for mortification

Why do your knees bend for a pew

In the lieu of infernal dreams

Why do you grip your pint like a crucifix

The shadow merely surrounds which begs to be pierced

You are gasping for light, under a Petrine cross

You believe in God, under a Petrine cross