.Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead,
For we are the children of faith in dead gods.
Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the bait,
And hate is still the sermon of this mass.
I have lost the nerve to listen about hellfire, brimstone, self-guilt and atonement.
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