Fallen like acid rain,
Burning instead of cleansing.
All I want is my sins absolved away:
Tell me it’s okay to feel this way. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #41: Fallen”
Tag: sin
Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions
Heartfelt confession of crime so sinful,
God turns away in disgust.
Whose only victim: the criminal,
Would be better off if they never trust
Another enough to voice the words of guilt.
Words sure to be met with hatred built
On lies; despised because of natural inclination. Continue reading “Misplaced Missives #83 – Plastic Confessions”
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