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The Ritual

I slay my fears

and place them on the altar,

the last obstacles

preventing our union.

Though a pagan, I kneel,

sing the hymns,

pretend to pray,

repent, beg forgiveness.

I rise and approach,

vulnerable but ready

to surrender beneath the light

that shines through stained glass.

There on the sacred block,

I lie wanton, ask

for the taking, my conscience

now clear.


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