Our Father

Forgive us for we forgive those that trespassed against us.
Us filthy children.
Pricking, stroking, licking
with our nimble fingers soiled
We like the hint of blood
the call of war
the war of rains
the rains of heaven
for they cleanse these soiled fingers
forgive us our prickly nails
our biting fangs
our caressing palms
our bleeding hearts
our salty tears
our blood-stained hands
and we will forgive you too.

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