naked as glass

I stand

no excuses

no explanations


before the eyes of all


just the weight of judgment

and all I've ever done

crushing me down


the Vengeance of the One fulfilled

despite any attempts at repentance

and atonement


and sympathy from those who've

endured this karmic horror and lived


and mockery from those

who haven't yet tasted

the toxins of their smug righteousness...


the Will of the One may be terrible

and no amends good enough

the crazed imperatives of Perfection


but for all the blame being on us

this face does remain


let this cup pass from me


not by my will


but Thine...



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