Forgive me, God.
I am not a good man.
I do not love enough.
I am an empty pot
Full of my own hot pride
A cauldron where I burn
My flesh writhing conceit
A lot of bombast fire
But nothing that lingers
The shade of a shadow
And then that too is gone
God, shine your light on me
So that I disappear
A stardust in your glare
Lost in all your wonder
No longer in your book
My last true testament
Snuffed out, but forgiven
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