reaction changes nothing
the mortal sin stains the fabric of my existence
punishment and pain a welcome comfort
i scrape and thirst for that which is your disapproval for in it i shall find solace
i confess, i told a lie
the existence of which i am, is broken
purity contaminated
i shall no longer drink with conviction, dine with belief
innocence and joy are lost to my beatific heart
i confess, i told a lie
but can you do the same, Confess?
the hyprocritical shadow engulfs your being
gossip and scuttlebutt in your scuzzy niches of twisted ethics
i no longer need your acceptance
I confess , i told a lie
but for that i am free
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