Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
It’s been a lifetime since my last confession.
Before you,
My knees skinned,
My tongue skinned, but unchained,
My eyes, hollow, yet holding the runes of Rome.
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Forgive me Father, as I can feel the soil raining down.
Each layer increases like pennies thrown in a wishing well.
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Forgive me Father,
For I am the spectator and the prisoner,
Getting tried for the betrayal of killing my old self.
Slowly the ax of adulthood goes deeper,
And the crowd cheers.
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Forgive me, Father, for I dream of tomorrow,
A day set apart from all the unbuttoning and unbuttoning of trivial routines.
Days of glory, filled with joy.
To hear the trumpets of angels.
To transform into a nymphalid,
Unbound to the ground.
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Forgive me, Mother,
Because I am becoming everything that is not me.
