Do you choose me
As one of those
Ever faithful
Maybe for the sake
Of saving your soul?
Guilt cruises over me
With a blind man's sight
Lost in city streets.
I am not worthy
To be termed by your words
As holy and meek,
But I'll accept
The salvation offered
By your instincts.
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