Grzech


Sitting beneath the altar
of He who is so revered,
the echoey silence
and incense float like
gossamer fit for the virgin
Queen who reigns here-

Eyes closed, breathing in
the faith that is not my own,
not even certain that I have
a drop of it in my heart to hold-

Tears drop for a sadness I
cannot name nor know from
where it came, sliding onto
the grandiose foundation
of the Heavenly palace

staining it with the mortal
sins of a faithless libertine.

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