Oh, oh no
I mean
I'm still bleeding
and
I'm so raw, red
like a ripe heirloom
pride born of lust
greed and wrath
And yet
the next day bears
strange gifts of sloth
envy and gluttony
shaped to resemble
a loss
a loss that has not left
but is still so gravely
gone
What's going on
you were never a fan
of chastity or temperance
and much less
humility
And yet
when I go looking
calling out to you
with patience
the echo chimes back
in sour notes
of diligence
So to whom do I give
this charity and kindness
when you are fallen
from my grace?
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