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My Friday
#GoodFridayGrace
Dear, sacred Mother and holy Father:
I have broken the creed.
On this day, I attend not your holy palace.
My flesh is mine,
today, I drink my own blood.
It courses through my veins,
eating away at the blood of the father.
I am alone today.
I see my friends and family rejoicing.
They sing hymns and speak of grace.
The poison, no more in my system.
I no longer see as they do.
I see a sky, they call it heavenly blue.
I recall bread, they proclaim it to be flesh.
The blood I used to drink,
left my eyes scorching.
There is nothing now, I see that is holy.
I write to you mother ,as well as to you, father, to reclaim myself.
At first, I wanted to apologize
but that sinner died.
He lives a new life.
One of brown bread and white wine.
It is time to finally take what is mine.
I am my own god.
My Life is Mine.
© DolorTheDaimone
Dear, sacred Mother and holy Father:
I have broken the creed.
On this day, I attend not your holy palace.
My flesh is mine,
today, I drink my own blood.
It courses through my veins,
eating away at the blood of the father.
I am alone today.
I see my friends and family rejoicing.
They sing hymns and speak of grace.
The poison, no more in my system.
I no longer see as they do.
I see a sky, they call it heavenly blue.
I recall bread, they proclaim it to be flesh.
The blood I used to drink,
left my eyes scorching.
There is nothing now, I see that is holy.
I write to you mother ,as well as to you, father, to reclaim myself.
At first, I wanted to apologize
but that sinner died.
He lives a new life.
One of brown bread and white wine.
It is time to finally take what is mine.
I am my own god.
My Life is Mine.
© DolorTheDaimone
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