Gwen E Poet Rhyme

Cathedral

Desire turns to ire,
elation to vexation 
Every single thing you do 
Increases my frustration 

Light shines through the colourful stained glass
It’s a sight to see such fine art
But the only glass I see stained are shards of red that you stabbed into my heart

Keep your head down
For your sins, you can’t repay
You will never be forgiven
On your knees where you shall stay

Staggering breaths
As you begin to falter
Trying to confess
all of your sins at the altar

You are no Angel
Nor are you a saint
One does not receive glory
for bragging of his attaint

Your time has come
for I hear the chime of the bells
Your lack of repent
shall send you to hell

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