I enter, the
smell of sacred stone stings
my heart—bruised piece of ****
I kneel, a fraud
Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa! Mea
Maxima Culpa! I beat my blackened
ribs, taken from Adam's side
I wheeze out JPII's Theology
Everything stings, the
incense, the love, the ringing of
the bells, as God enters me
I wish I knew a desire that was distant
I stand, bow, feel the shame wash
over me and over me, wish
I could be clean, beg 'O God why,
have you forsaken me?'
The tears sponge out the guilt
Leave me wearied and contrite
firmly resolved to continue beating, and
limp as abused dog back to its master
I sit—thanks be to God—
the faces mingle around me, all
fused together in Communion's haze
separate I remain
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
I enter, the
smell of sacred stone stings
my heart—bruised piece of ****
I kneel, a fraud
Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa! Mea
Maxima Culpa! I beat my blackened
ribs, taken from Adam's side
I wheeze out JPII's Theology
Everything stings, the
incense, the love, the ringing of
the bells, as God enters me
I wish I knew a desire that was distant
I stand, bow, feel the shame wash
over me and over me, wish
I could be clean, beg 'O God why,
have you forsaken me?'
The tears sponge out the guilt
Leave me wearied and contrite
firmly resolved to continue beating, and
limp as abused dog back to its master
I sit—thanks be to God—
the faces mingle around me, all
fused together in Communion's haze
separate I remain
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