There's so much that you could say to back up an irrational behavior to cover for it. A confession or An excuse— about a faltered mental state, amid illusions, sights, incantations of hearing a voice— of exorcery and of being possessed.
The only one thing that you weren't allowed to speak of, was of you being you willing the act. Willing it out of volition.
To be savage, and unhinged, is a sin, is blasphemy. But why?
The Devil is obscene and real, so is the savagery within unleashed where you have wandered out of reach from the realms of sense and conscience. into Dionysian.
Dwell with me. “ Come unto the dark.” “ Let there be no fear. ”
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIII "
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