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Ecclesiastical Disenchantment.

I've deprived myself of so much life while
searching for the "path of the right-
eous man," immersing myself in a holy pond
With scripture pages for lily pads. Now,
I'd practically sank to the bottom of this water and
Managed to float back up; I didn't find my way back
Through any beacon beckoning me toward
Divination and salvation. No iridescent innuendo,
Implying the arrival of auspices, individuating
livication from damnation; but rather,
Through my buckling lungs, begging
Me to breathe as my body began
To rebuff the liquid forcing
Itself into my system
And desperation
Drove me to
Ascendance.
I found God as I
Gasped for air
And saved
My flesh.

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