Ashes, it seems
do nothing for the christian soul
My flesh, it appears, is merely flesh
amoral flesh, minus all the holiness
bound only to the natural order of things
As for You, almighty God,
you are nothing more than parenthesis
Your holy water, filthy
not suitable for drinking
My ship, the HMS Beagle
has carried Charles Darwin
to your funeral
the finches, it seems,
have rid the world of ressurection
and as for me,
I shall remain here
amidst these burning confessionals
and be the punctuation which seperates your sentence
from man's evolving history,
ashamed
Author notes
Option number two. Do some reading up on the name Robert Fitzroy, and this will make sense.
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