Psalm of the Sickly Sinner
Smite me, my Father.
Oh yeah!! Smite me!
Grab me by the handles and pump me full of your Love.
Bend me in all directions.
Hurt me my Father, as I have hurt You.
We are forever separate.
I open my mouth, stick out my tongue.
Salivating for Your salvation.
In holy communion I am unburdened,
as you prod me with Your Light.
Do you love me, my Father? Even just a little?!
Have I pleased You, my Father?
If not, well then punish me!
Smite me!!
HURT ME!!!!!
So long as we're apart,
I am eternally deserving.
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