Bren Spilker
i rotted inside that church
prayed my sins up to god
blood dripped off my scalp
and i fractured into pieces
on the twentieth day
i dropped into the sand
dehydrated and sick
begging for righteousness
instead i found you
looking down upon me
antlers pierced your temples
letting me drink the blood
owed for my suffering
pulled me away from light
and struck me to hell
i found peace in my own deterioration
happiness in my own pain
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