Turning world with boiling sin
Quenching lust they sought
Introspect one's faith within
Honor He the world forgot
Condemnation
Feared damnation
The very air is shot
With desecration
Lewd elation
Holy men are fraught
The fruit the lock and He the key
Their eyes the smog impairs
How must one seek out clarity?
When they embrace despair?
Madmen rambling
Threads unraveling
The malice men are prone to
Is wicked treason
For this reason
I'm better off alone
Exalted high beyond the mist
Beyond greed, hate, and taboo tryst
Above ruination
In complete isolation
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Benedict
SpiritualThe founder of the Benedictine order was a figure shrouded in shadow and wildly woven stories that seem surreal.
