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someone once told me that writing is an exorcism. if that is true, i can conclude one of two things: i. i have never truly written before. ii. my demons know their way back home far too well. and while i am reluctant to choose either of the two, i know that the more realistic answer is the latter. i have known, at times, what it is like to be clean. to be pure. to be holy. i have known, at times, what it is like to make my body a one-bedroom apartment with space solely and deliberately for me. i have known, at times, what it is like to fear no evil. i have known these things, and i have known them well. at times. but i know, too, that these times never last. there is always a second coming i cannot foresee, a judgment day that gives no warning, a demon that yields to no cross. someone once told me that writing is an exorcism. but i am a church of worn walls, my pen a faulty crucifix. i need not look down at my hymnal to sing of false purity. i have read that one far too many times. (a.m.)
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 12:13 AM UTC
aarxn
prayer of deliverance
someone once told me that writing is an exorcism. if that is true, i can conclude one of two things: i. i have never truly written before. ii. my demons know their way back home far too well. and while i am reluctant to choose either of the two, i know that the more realistic answer is the latter. i have known, at times, what it is like to be clean. to be pure. to be holy. i have known, at times, what it is like to make my body a one-bedroom apartment with space solely and deliberately for me. i have known, at times, what it is like to fear no evil. i have known these things, and i have known them well. at times. but i know, too, that these times never last. there is always a second coming i cannot foresee, a judgment day that gives no warning, a demon that yields to no cross. someone once told me that writing is an exorcism. but i am a church of worn walls, my pen a faulty crucifix. i need not look down at my hymnal to sing of false purity. i have read that one far too many times. (a.m.)
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