Catholic Ptsd
At war with my soul for years
since I was a an innocent child.
Born with original sin, never
had a chance with a stacked deck.
Seven deadly sins my enemy.
After puberty under constant
barrage of heavy artillery.
Pleasure can't breach ramparts!
Maps useless, terrain unrecognized,
Holy water torrents destroy minds,
drive men insane with guilt.
We crawl to confession seeking
a place in line to heaven. All
we see is the horror of this war
waged against us in our innocence.
We can never forgive ourselves.
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