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Alas I sin
With this joy I sing—
The whispering in my Shadow’s inn
These “facts” and deeds, my constant yearn
Lay inside my veins, intensely earned:
A space to fill, instill with vain
Liquid so sweet, salt with brute
Lips of mango, among tropical fruit
Such pleasure often, I dabble in
I sing my hymn
Twas sung to Him:
The High of Seas, Thee sees all scenes
What if Jesus had called a legion of Angels to remove Him from the cross?
I lift and shout
With glories sprout.
I nod and praise, though raised with doubt
Perhaps, I’m a fool
The Satan’s tool—
The more, I wonder: am I of sin, am I A sin?
My flesh; such smell of swine’s curse
While in this casc’t, I land first…
Thy giveth me hope, but I tighten the rope
I stretch my mouth
I fist my chest—
Fighting the beast; upon the self, I feast
My whole is weak…
I ask not for strength.
Sircharlesthepoet 