The heart muttered deeply
bearing the burden of guilt,
the mind wrestled silently
to let go of her inglorious past;
Many times across the bother-line,
doing just the right amount of wrong,
justifying the adoption of vices,
compromising the very essence of our faith.
The choices we have made,
the secrets we have kept,
now yeilding their ultimate demands; and
defiling our purpose;
So as we crave for eternal things,
we must first rid those walls of partitioning,
the imperfections of just men; and
attest that we are forgiven!
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