A COMMONERS KYRIE

 


God, have Mercy

Christ, have Mercy

I so wanted

respectability

and sought it in

these hallowed halls

I wrote litanies

ached to convince

many a congregant

I hadn’t sinned at all

 

I know now

I strode my soul before You

naked, bearing all

While onlookers asked me

to wax poetic

sanitize the unbearable

wash away it all

 

God, have Mercy

Christ, have Mercy

I was just a child

Now I beg you

for a slice of Heaven

having, in this life

borne a thorny crown

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