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“Religious Poetry”

I made the choice to cut ties with humanity

And pursue an ethereal deity,
And I’m still waiting to see the colors changing,
I’m still waiting for death to adorn my mind’s leaves with
The righteous hue,
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Having memorized scriptures,
Etched on my hands as if they were wooden papers,
Lambasted myself with that constant image,
Me living my life forever a subordinate,
Forever believable within these papyrus baths of virtue.

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