faith

Repentance. Waning appetite of faith-junctions betrothed. Relaxing, embracing tapestries lost. Misplaced versions of stark archetypes, leaning, beleaguering, vacating thin veils of guilt-shed sin on vandalized walls. We wait. Fake. Deface. Glorified perversions of angst-ridden blame, an upheaval of martyrdom placating grace. We wait like frost-white dalliances of hate. Forgiveness. Mirrored truths of disingenuous praise. Succumbing, shedding insidious skin. Forlorn ashes of dead souls, simmering, frothing, bequeathing tastes of half-sighed lies on brittle-dry lips. We drink. Sink. Relinquish. An artifact of fate belaboring grace. We claw like wolf-thieves approaching the gate. Acceptance. Repenting diatribes of angelic malaise. Atoning, dethroning serpentine reign. Heralded saints of banished restraint, bleeding, careening, embattling faith of deaf-toned harps on bleak magistrates. We pour. Scowl. Implore. An advocate of priesthood postulating will. We sacrifice lambs on Calvary’s hill.  …