Cursed Union
xtian-atheist-agnostic-xtian hopeful?
The blackness in me is a seed
that needs to feed
and it feeds upon the filth in me
that grows like a weed
the very burning of my desires and yearnings
in an attempt to cleanse away the soot from my soul
to reach the clearing of peace
to be baptized of all unclean thoughts
all of this I go through
just to make it through to communion
to communicate with him
to once again commemorate our union
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