Purity
Rip open
My spleen,
My heart
Let the multitudes,
The infestation
Fly straight in.
My soul is
Painted red
Ready for you;
Take aim
With your confusion
With the illusion
Of my true love
Bake it
With acid
And leave it to set.
No confrontation
Will be offered
I have no wish
To open
Your eyes
To the possible
I seek to confirm
Your view,
The world’s view
That nothing is pure.
So take aim,
The route is clear
My defences are weak.
The purity
Shines bright
Still
But stilled
And ready to
Receive
Ready to welcome
The infestation,
Ready to
Make impure
A body saved forever
For one.
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