I loved you too much.
Sacred,
Supreme;
My youth your gilded throne.
You loved me, too
The bliss of angels,
The price
Your crown of thorns.
And I tried to wring that emotion
Out of every carnival con man
And clown
I could find,
Cursing your cruelty
And my condemnation
Into corruption.
I have constructed an altar
In my heart:
Candles and incense
For your honor.
My life has been a Mass
To your memory
A sacrifice
Of self.
I'm getting off the cross now,
Daddy.
Someone else
Already died
For these sins.
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