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I could have killed you.
I nearly destroyed what was “us”.
All for my greed, so insane.

I hung myself on the cross
but held the nails in my hands.
My prophet was our armageddon.
And yet, I prayed to you
and you forgave my sins.
Called it even when you
ate my flesh, drank my blood.

But I have failed you,
will always fail you-
so certain as the shame on my face.
Because the end is still nigh,
once distant but from
time and false hope.

I must drive these nails
in so deep, into my cross,
in the depths of my soul.
Through willing wrists
and hang
so lacking virtue.

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