Note: Something I wrote post-high school, very early my freshman year of college.
Tainted
Brand my heart with the cross
So my midnight concoctions
May vaporize through (my heart)
Why can’t I live so holy—
Drink the cup, Eat the bread—
Feel remorse (so sorry)
Blatant, repentant (not me)
Still I lack and I am
Indignant at my own apathy
Written: circa October 2001
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