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|22/03/2016|

Saints Confessing Sins

We have come to know you:
Expecting a cleansing penance on our admonition shores,
With our confession sealed beneath our earthly breaths,
Daring remedy of our uncertainty puerile temptation tides.
Here knelt us like a penitent errant ant.

We have come to purge you:
In contrite healed unmerited lives that delinquently lived,
On borrowed prayers curved in mercy or compassion,
Aberrant doped repentance bond.
Beatific hyssop washed iniquitous lives.

What you mean to us:
You future-killing notorious,
Unholy theory thing,
Indeed abhorred by God venerable.
We came to know but purged you of us.