Don’t come looking for me
In every good book
For all you’ll find are ghosts
Of the godly ways I shook.
Seeking my refuge
In a tent of my own sin
Deaf to the sermons
Unshaken by hymn.
Truth be told,
I love to offend
Your tragedy is that
You live to defend.
Soon all I shall be
Is a hazy memory in the past tense
Atleast I dared where you never did -
The other side of the fence.
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