Why do I cry and smile?
Blessed but feel cursed,
Guilt and pride in my heart
As honour and shame
Struggle for the crown;
I hide where I revel.
I love what I hate
And eat what I detest.
My head fell just
Where it should stand,
The forbidden fruit
Still sour in my mouth,
My teeth are on the edge.
Biten by original sin
See what I have become
Running from my nakedness.
Worthy is the lamb
That was slain and raised,
Before I was even born
His blood is dripping
Daily I dip in its pool
And arise someone new.
(C) 15-08-3018
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