Confession Calloused knuckles graze Across my puckered cheek A wrinkled hand provides The blessing that I seek As I come to atone For all my deadly sins Forgiveness is granted As goodness starts to win But he's just a man How can he grant me peace? How dare he say God works through him To make my burden cease Hypocrisy makes for Disillusionment Falling out of love with A work not heaven sent. All rights reserved. Nom 1st July 2013.
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