Gulity Confessions

Descending into a state of ecstasy,
oh my own reason cannot save me now,
elated, wired and dilated
The warmth coursing through my veins is all I need
to free myself from this coarsening theocracy,
sin; you are my conscience clearer,
In pain or jubilee,
Hold me dear and liberate me from this false piety
derived from religions terrible enmity.

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