I worshipped a fallible God,
Who came to me in confession, not prayer.
And I, the priest of my own heresy,
Granted absolution, and became the sacrifice.
The confessed word became my Gospel,
Its verses, the first testament of love.
And I, a Christ among the damned,
Bore the cross like a flag amongst those
Who mistook an echo for the call
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