Guilt

I entered my church,

or maybe it was a cathedral?

I never knew the difference.

 

I wasn't very religious

but I believed in a god, a devil,

and souls.

 

I liked to read the stories

and smell the church candles and

incenses. Carrying the feeling of

having all of your secrets, sad truths,

and lies spill out of you.

 

A place where all is seen and heard.

 

Looking at glass stained saints and

windows I cried.

 

Because I was terrified

and because I sinned

and because I thought

I would be going to hell.

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