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strolling the path - eyed with contempt

a posture of guilt – wretched and weak

the freezing air - like a blanket of lead

ghastly and cold – bewitching - threatful spirits so old

my mind bleak - a cesspool of iniquity

only sin is left - where mirth once held the reins

morbid visions - a blink of lunacy

hazy memories - distant fears

a rattling sound - as the foul air - leaves my throat

in front of the steps - to the temple of decadence

where sin and lust - are praised and written in blood

in the chambers of sanctimony - the venom is made

to taint the spirits - to taint the hearts

of the seeker of truth

I bear all this infamy – in the coldest of hearts

a wolf among sheep

a bestial being - lurking in the dark

altough before -

I drank the whine

and I ate the bread

now spitting on the word

denying the cross

aimlessly wandering

reverence lost