I Have Sinned Lord
So diseased and in need of surgery
my anointing facing stench forgery
poisons and impurities I chew
clean corners of the heart, becoming few
deadly concoctions and spice in a brew
I bow and plead to make the air new
begging for your touch and the morning dew.
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