Guilt is one name among many
for the false god gorging himself
like a pig
on the fear and wasteful shame
of his followers.
Stand I, now, at the crossroads
the wings of ageless angels
whisper on all sides
Gods of fire entice and invite
filled with awful terror
I enter the blood red embrace of flame
Emerge unburned
cleansed
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