Sin is a game.
Russian Roulette
Black Jack
Truth or Dare
It’s fun until it’s not.
Until its your turn to pay.
I always pay eventually.
Right before I start another game.
“What do you want to do with your life?”
I want to die
and be reborn each day.
I want prison and starvation.
To do Hail Marys on my ribs.
I want nails, crosses,
tears of blood cutting through my face.
Pierce my hands like my Lord’s.
I want to know bliss.
Maybe, in so doing,
My soul will shake,
Shake off all this dirt
so I can see the true shape of the thing.
Maybe then I’ll stop wasting my time
speculating.
Protagonized. 
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