Faei(ou)th


Are sins our atheist wound,
Branded in our achy chests?
Without accepting god, but
Watch hell dish out all jests.
“Bring forth, unhand me Christ,
Only but after I’ll know the truth.”
All the in-doubt transgression
Guarded in our ageing youth.

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