Reduced me to pleading
And proved my worship
Of the creature
Instead

Heaping guilt
And shame and guilt
Deeper though you
Knew the taint

I already bore
And I died
Again and again
For weakness

You had me
Every guilt was mine
Yet you held me
In penance 

Dirty and frail
Faithless and 
Devoted foolish
Foolish man

That Augustine
Would approve
Damn me
Damn you

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