Spawn of Broken Faith

A thousand twisted dreams could spawn from this broken vessel of faith.

If this is his will,

I beg for it to no longer stain me.

I pray to a god that I will never know

To strip me of my flaws and false idols.

What a damned hell this world has become.

I cry to an eternally silent omnipotence to help me see.

I cannot help but to question this fate.

How can I give that which is nothing?

That which is all of me,

My faith.

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