Sep 30, 2023
Crucible
Raunchy stench that drowns out each cry Clandestine scheming and tears not enough; I sway Man's form, an impetus for his desire. Still, I hold hope for his fall.
And there you are, Among the rubble and carcasses; My savior, My grace. You are my saint.
What waits in your paradise might not be heaven, But no fruits are outreached to this iniquity. My humanity is a foible, A wretched thing.
Please take what is left of this morsel. Life is but a wish for this sinner; A distant dream one has forever. Take me, angel.
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