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How blessed to bask in the presence

How divine granted convalescence

Honey wine to a thirsty soul

Pulled deeper when your face takes hold

Relinquished shivering hesitation

For a chance a divination

Plunged into the murky depths

Oh how the water wept

Exiting draped in baptismal shroud

The river regretting what it couldn’t drown

A pearl dripping from the serpent’s tongue

Crafted with rumors spun

In legion with the son of Cain

A bitter kiss to absolve the pain

Burning in the light of his altar

Never to waver or falter

How silent the audience becomes

When the threads come

Prayers called out in crucifixion cries

Preform heresy in the name of good

Holy promises to white lies

Sullied myself for his sainthood

Oh my lord, thy name I have taken in vain

Never to cleanse myself of virginal stain

Cut me open from mouth to cunt

Remove what offends take what you want

Yet worthless, unworthy am I

For his discretions he shall die

The hellfire in which boils blood

Shall be sanctified by your son

Crimson spilled in the crystal font

Drained empty and completely gaunt

You were never the only one here

and I was not your mirror

The shadow cast for something so small

No, I don’t think you’re god at all.