Confessional #13

All my tools,
and a hunger
in my heart
to self-correct.

Forcing instability;
constructing chaos;
desolating the land of my illusory loves.

I spark to life,
as a bolt of inspiration
surges through me.

As God
reveals to me
my naked exposure;
and how horrendous!

It is.

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