By Athena Stairs, May 9, 2025
If I could break this curse
I’d do my best impression
Of a recovering assassin
Been being good so long
Karma loves to play along
Smothering as uncovering
Semblance I’ve cultivated
Yeah I must be dripping in
Oceans of committed sins
For all the pain impinging
As hell’s wraiths chase me
Along darkened corridors
Screaming and chortling
At attempts of aborting
Missions of original sin
Bibles never mentioned
In bandaids for wounds
Coursing red stigmata
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