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Poetry: Sin

"Angry with God"

See the molten lava, fire, quake within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin
Taste the bitter herb, and sour, rot within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin
Feel the rusted needles, pierce, tear within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin
Hear the shrieking echoes, cry, weep within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin
Smell the pungent sulfur, smoke, burn within
tell me that I'm living deep in sin

See me, can you see me
here, not made of matter
am I so invisible?
Taste me, can you taste me
in this state of non material
or am I so elusive?
Feel me, can you feel me
do you know what I am feeling?
Am I real?
Hear me, can you hear me
hear me pleading, weeping, swearing
so desperate to be heard
Smell me, can you smell me
or are you so repulsed
by my differences
that you just
tell me that I'm drowning in my sin

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