Apostasy
With alacrity now, I give up
That, which my belief once usurped
To my thirst like a cup
However, the longing never stopped
Deem not, a-going astray
My new will to not
Genuflect, statutorily and pray
To that in marble or ivory wrought
I have not traded the missal
For a bride’s love nor wedlock’s ring
But my early truth, in a trickle
Hast dripped; a new faith, entering
Yet, methinks am gone astray
For the new truth, sounds several leagues away
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