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Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
I am a limp body, wasting
rotting on the scurf of humanity;
eyes rolling inside and outside-
mouth frothing cotton candy sewage,
and I am the child that no one ever wanted.

My thoughts are hot boiled, scalding
To penetrate the years of blacked grime;
I am the God-sent child-
too angry to keep your secrets hidden.
Forgive me Father, for you have sinned.

Leading the faeries deep
into their underground haze,
So that they would follow blinded,
sickened- ever retching
their heart filled spirits
into your bowels of holiness?

And I've arrived this starless night
with tongue tolling, spitting, slicing
inside your ever twisting lies.
What have you done with your morals, Father?

You, callous,
scratched them from your bleeding soul
and stretched them screaming,
tight around your bricks of
greed-lust and power-hunger.
Only to drown them, gasping, sinking-
mouths open, close, pupils rolled back in death.

What crimes have you purged
against the children and
the virgin mothers of our generation, Father?
What have you done to your people?

Pleading, they crawl to you
dragging filthy gangrene stumps
and rotting hairless limbs
to your bedside begging-
leaning- moaning- screaming-
Forgive us Father! For we have sinned!



And your constant throbbing
nightly terrors come, never ceasing,
to haunt you day to night to day returning.
These nightmare souls sneak up on you
slither, snake-like, to remind your ear
of those you have forsaken;

Only then to trickle sweat drip slide
cold wet sweat down your spine-
sending chilling recollections
of your devious temptations,
actions devoid and lost of all their scruples

filling up your withered gardens-
growing blood soaked thorns
slowly stealing the life
from the very God you vowed to serve.

Forgive him Father, for he has sinned!

For this man is merely that.
Despite the midnight fabric flowing,
starching down his human flesh.
We instill your power upon this man,
and then expect of him a super-nature.

Dear Lord save him
from his own darkened dreams
that send him, knuckles white,
pacing through his sin corrupted life.

And save his people Lord;
for they allowed their eyes to close
from fear of a lost life alone
in a snarled mass of hate and pain
cold cement and danger-ridden wilds.

Save your people Lord!

From the boiling mass
of rage and power and murder and greed.
Remove the apathy glaze from our dying eyes
and grant us realization.

For the sand is ever falling,
and our time is running thin,
and if the seas, the winds, the blood-lines
do not find an unrelenting motivation for change-
then my sunken fears will be actualized.

And our sins will never find a cavern still standing
for our misconductations to find their rectifications.

So forgive us Father,
forgive us Father,
Forgive us.