I fall to my knees
Begging You Lord please
Smite these demons!
The ones that grab
My wrists,
Pull my feet,
Like shackles.
The ones that bear down
With the weight of
My entire past.
The ones that whisper
You're not good enough.
The ones with forked tongues
That say you're done.
They teem around me
Giddy, waiting, flicking barbed tails,
As anguished sobs
Purge my lungs.
Doused
Holy Water
Burning my skin
Return to purification
From wickedness again.
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