Spiritual
Sit before the Lord.
Stand before the Lord.
Kneel before the Lord.
Sharing my secrets
And sins with the pews.
As if they themselves
Will cleanse me.
Hands pressed tight
Praying
To hold on to virtue
And Sanity.
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