đInnocent and Sinđ
Praise rings loud for your holy, faithful wayâ
youâre a dark wolf hiding in devotionâs ray.
Hands pour gold to soothe the worldâs sharp painâ
yet you feast as souls weep, broken and in chain.
You claim our bond with words like warm spring rainâ
narcissus thorns twist deep where love should reign.
Darkness sees it all: souls cry, endure, and strainâ
battered, hollow, hungry for a gentle lane.
You love to watch as their hurt rings clear and brightâ
their agony a music that lifts your night.
Before dusk bows to dawnâs returning lightâ
you shift to look like innocent sin in sight.
How many hearts have you bent to your gain?
When bellies cry and bodies beg for restâ
What worth your pride, your honor dressed in white?
Who is truly clean? Who bears the stain of night?...đâ¨03072026 ĺŽĺ¨Âˇć˘
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