Then, without warning, we switched souls
Mine with good intention and yours sullied with desire.
I gave you that holy part of me
Purifying your soul
Now I sit afflicted with the bitterness of sin
My intentions poisoned
You lie chaste in renewal
Breasts pressed against the altar
Waiting before a waiting God
The same God you have stolen while seducing my soul
Color fades to greyness
Ambiguity prevails in the space between belief and yearning
How swiftly do angels fly upon wings of forgiveness
How vast is their empire
"Godliness with contentment is great gain"
My fleeting soul clings to this notion
Venom to my lifestyle and
Bane of my convenience
Your soul is silent and still
Peacefulness protected and generated by faith
Mine runs in circles with questions
Tears the body apart in search of contentment
