My iniquities don't define me
Yet they lurk in shadows waiting to prey
Chaining me to sin, never to be free
They drag me over sharp stones; Lord I pray
Their tentacles coil; slithering over my skin
Pitting me against the lies I've told;
They laugh, taunting in my flaws to evil akin
Whispering my indignity as my feet grow cold;
I cry for a saviour of any sorts
Kneeling and shouting to the trinity
As my sinfulness lingers and snorts
Mocking my attempts to call on a divinity
While doodling themselves on my face
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