i could pull and rip
to shreds the sheets
the mocking of faith
marked stains on the bed
You lied when you claimed
angel the hint of the hard
edge hand on hilt ready
to strike rage infused in
the monk you tried to be
I dethroned you in a
wince you shed one tear
torn from a scrupulous socket
protect the vision I set
in your unholy march
empty were your hands in prayer
When I could see in the sin in you
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