I'm racked by secret sin,
Known only by me and Him.
Like an apple, my outside may shine.,
But inside - its not benign.
My white hand touches where it will,
Making love in the deepest of swill,
While my neck stretches out for a breath,
But it finds nothing but stench.
I collapse in my putrid muck,
Towering mountains while down here I'm stuck.
My spirit clings to this dirt,
And slams me till all i feel is hurt.
I slump in my squalid state,
But He tells me that's not my fate.
He constantly offers me peace,
He commands the waves to cease.
Two Nights in ages past.
Sin tried to hold Him fast.
He comes and holds my hand,
And takes me from this land.
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