My soul bemoans, its face to hide
bittersweet memory,
afore Him I knew
guilt, debauchery, lust
greed my banner,
self--my god
Ignorance sweet bliss my
cloak to cover
Sin
Then light from whence I
know not
consumes me
cleansing, strips away
all filth
destroys my god,
transparent, clean
no turning back—
Created to be
free
O’ no—unfathomable
Sin
your ugly head doth rise,
how can it be?
her web entangles
me
Death must come
twice the child of hell
Self—my god
lives—remains
I cry out
I plead, death--
come to me,
my carnal man!
John Wark 2010.
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