And with the blessings
I form myself anew
Lord forgive me
For loving you
I bathe holy
The golden cuts
Deep into me
Drink the water
Blessed
The robe is clean
I am not
The aisle
Shall break
With my hearts
Ache
I am on fire.
The pews applaud
Smile no more
Holy nothingness
Pretty words are what we are told
They take you away from me
The diamond on the ring
The circle no more
The greatness above
And we, are impure.
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