Marble statues taunt tear-stained eyes.
Sacred faces giggle, an inside joke about the damned.
Praise deprived congregation falls to bended knee,
powerless to the priest’s wordless songs.
Oh, devoted, I wore the love of my God on my sleeve.
I cried out with Him on every hammering of His holy nails.
Mighty believers, you stole my Savior,
made Him wicked at the rumor of my shame.
Sacrosanct disciples, you bred my perdition and
cast me into this godforsaken abyss.
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