The Love Within Sinners
When all that is holy had forsaken them
they looked to each other
and built their own religion
Treating their bodies like
the cathedrals they couldn’t step in
on their knees they prayed
to a God who’d finally listen
They built a city of angels
on the backs of their demons
and kissed hymns along scars
to the melody of freedom
From their lips broke
their final confession:
“Your soul is my God
your body my cathedral
only in our sin
could I finally heal”
