Kneeling in the darkness
shaking white hands finger a rosary
eyes unseeing numb with forsake
mouthing my hail Mary’s not think of the sacred words
confessions I’ve not said of late
In a shadowing mass of hate

covering the cuts on my arm
as I get my unleved bread
fear in my mind the wine will sate
tears of doom crawl down my cheek
as we ask for God to help us, the tempted
my knees give out and I catch myself late
in a shadowing mass of hate

I pull at my dark hair to cover my face
knowing the tales it can reveal
asking for last rites to heal my taint
I'm lost in a shadowing mass of hate

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