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Taste of Blasphemy [3]
Dazed and groggy from the bed,
Memories still haunt with dread.
Cleansed from dirty water of the nation,
Reversed baptism, “Is this salvation?”
The clean clothes he used to wear,
Now filled with filth and grime.
Eventually seeing himself as a seer,
He announced, "Liberty is a crime."
The shelves that he once studied,
Was an algorithm for slavery.
A conclusion that his holiness sullied.
The burden of the truth he must carry.
A start of inception,
A believer's inquisition,
Free from molestation,
A spark waiting for initiation.
-Marcmire
I get a feeling you were a sakristan before somehow