Why can’t I

do what I desire.

Why can’t I

just bury the ire.

The flaming lust

expanding, contorting, thrust upon thrust.

The holy steel

fractured, fatigued, rust upon rust.

Why can’t I

embrace explicate

that which is holy.

Why must I

let sin swallow me



Sire, my sire

make thyself my one




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