Recycled Dirt

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Cut out my heart and toss it down to purgatory.

Let it no longer beat with the rhythm of pain.

May all my transgressions be suctioned into incineration.

Bathe away my dirt with expensive perfumes from your alabaster box.

Sweep my inner man, wash him white as ice.

Roast my filthy lips with burning coal. May my tongue speak nothing but benediction.

Filter the giant sized hatred particles from my blood and rinse away the residue.

Hurl a large millstone about the neck of my dishonesty and drown it in the unfathomable waters of the seven seas.

Sever my whoredom into quarters and send the pieces of the corpse to the four corners of the earth.

Sterilize this wretched soul.

Then put it back into my chest where it will once again be contaminated by the remnants of maleficium.

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