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Kneeled
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Hating Him I fed your eyes
and fueled your fantasies.
Bowing in veneration and
arms outstretched
to receive your pity,
you consumed me.
With an appetite to satisfy
my own immoral cravings,
I consumed you-
the burning in my throat
equivalent to that
of my desire.
Feeling (w)retched,
the shame was
hardest to swallow;
it tasted bitter.
Your influence
towered over me,
immense in proportion
to my resistance
against you.
Were you my
redeemer?
I always knew
I’d find salvation
on my knees,
but not like this.
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I fed your eyes
and fueled your fantasies.
Bowing in veneration and
arms outstretched
to receive your grace,
you consumed me.
With an appetite to satisfy
my own immoral cravings,
I consumed you-
the burning in my throat
equivalent to that
of my desire.
Feeling (w)retched,
the shame was
hardest to swallow;
it tasted bitter.
Your influence
towered over me,
colossal in proportion
to my resistance
against you.
Were you my
redeemer?
I always knew
I’d find salvation
on my knees,
but not like this.
