I Cry

Wherefore, Oh God the Punishment
That Metes the way
Of him who transgresses sent
By tortured wings that say
Confess on perishment
Awaits, abates, and destroys
The soul, the mind, the will that may
To Dust return, but not Salvation way
And no glory no peace no sanctity.

by Sarah Kaiman, M.D.

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