Serving the faith. Abduction the oath. It lie in wait for the offering. . Religion is old. For drawing the young. Purity withers and dies. Never return to the ones that provided.
A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory. Of shame birthed its gift.. No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.. Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more.
Sunlight warms my face. It's hard to take in. An overwhelming grace. From the way that I live. So close to you. I feel so ashamed. This must be new. 'cause I've fallen again.
Setting sail from a crushed rooftop. Fathoms deep, shallow as a raindrop. Attempt to feel 20/20 now. React like gasoline cornered by a house fire. . You can't come clean.