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Author's Note:WARNING; This poem contains violent images, and could be considered highly sacreligious. I did not intend it to be insulting towards religion, I apologize if you find it to be so. The images are metaphors only. If you feel that it may offend you, please do not read on.
I will drown you,
Your eyes bulging,
Your hands grasping
Desperately at the blood-slick floor,
Begging, for mercy
That you never gave me.
I am your mercy
I will drown you
In a red satin sea
Of forgiveness
So you can know,
As you taught me,
What it means to breathe nothing
But the life of another.
I am your mentor.
I will stand and watch you die,
Satisfied,
My wrists dripping
Like Christ dying
On a cross, nailed vulgarly;
Our attempt at redeeming
You from your sins
Is demeaning
I am your savior.
I will drown you and leave you
Dying.
Gasping- the iron taste
Of the communion wafer
Stinging on your tongue,
Oh, that familiar taste
Of blood.
Like Christ, I am your redemption,
My Blood is your baptism,
The death I gave is your religion.
------ She falls softly down from towering pedastools...
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