transparency
an honest incline
crucifiction as
empty spectacle
i have done wrong
i still believe
faith over works
swords like needles
pierced by the moment
surrounded by the voice
it accuses my silence
it accuses my apologies
it accuses my fear
it accuses my certainty
it accuses my stammering
it accuses me
i know i can turn to old patterns
take refuge in the eternal logos
summoning a vast scream
the temple hums to the cosmos
it takes place at the skin
"you are your limits
you were made to be filled"
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