I've been born again
A thousand times.
Stretched into flesh
Unwilling and dark,
Fearful of a
Violent father's
Glove in hand,
We let lovers be
And give science
To gods.
But I entered
With pure and
Priestly intentions,
Pouring over endless
Skin-tight scripture;
Now burns
The binding
And the knowledge of men.
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