What am i?

But a putrid droplet from a rotten sac,
dripping slowly neath' the earthly tomb,
amidst the vast ocean of this swamp,
my purity and my flaws remains intact.

I am clean?

I believe. But yet to be cleansed . . .

am I forsaken?

What is see, is what I am becoming. . .

Believe!

You are pure!
You are water!
You are free!

run towards the sea of truth!
flow! meander! transform! reborn!
for you are just a sinner!
sinners are meant to be forgiven!

Bathe yourself with a million other of you,
and realize. . . this is your. . .