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Father

Hands,
dirtied like these thoughts
Running through the dark
Afraid of what you’ve seen
Divine through blasphemy
Crimson like these eyes
Picked apart by flies
You ask just to pry
To victimize my crime

Crucify myself, Satisfied in hell
Father forgive me for I have sinned again

Hush,
not a single word
Of what you saw or heard
This is not the place
For you to cry disgrace

Crucify myself, Satisfied in hell
Father forgive me for I have sinned again






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