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.
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