Faith's result

Don’t forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I made so many mistakes, yet they prayed me up to Heaven.

God spit on me, laughing in disgust; Jesus waved his middle finger in my face,

As I watched my perfect family float away to the top of Mount Olympus.

I descended to Hell.

The fire coddled my cold and watered flesh.

I smelled the breath of Hades and knew the meaning of Death.

A dance with the devil,

Placed on me, a euphoria beyond sex.

Aphrodite smiled on me,

The only one willing

To grant me salvation,

A tourniquet to stop a bleeding soul.

Listen to me, Father, I love to sin.

The essence of perfection stole my loved ones away from me,

Transforming me into hate’s mangled skeleton,

Disaster and Rage.     

The End

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