Our Father, which art in heaven,
Hollow is my soul.
I've been guilt-stricken,
Unforgiven,
For doubting what I've been told.
I've been tied down,
Force fed,
And chained to the belief
That I cannot escape this guilt
Without giving up what makes me free.
I will not lie.
I did not lie --
except to myself.
Lord and Father,
When I die
Will I find myself in hell?
For you have given us this day
A chance to chase hope and search for meaning
But I turned away from hope in you
To have a chance at dreaming.
My mind has had a taste of freedom
And it's more soothing than the chains,
But still I'm left
With bruises
And an ever-throbbing pang
That sits within my heart
As I rethink all that I've learned.
Will you forgive me
For my yearning,
As I forgive those who say I'll burn?
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