RMC

Envy is in me
like a sea green
sick is the ocean;
I harbor pain seen.

A potion is motion
mixing salty water
thats used to baptize
those who offer altars.

Sacrifice is a life strife
is a knife that begs us fight
demons I don’t see them
but the fight brings light.

Scarred to the bone,
a tone alone gives you home
where you can be alone
to see if it can be condoned.

The night reveals the real
while the sun has appeal
and I hope it makes you feel
the moon to give you zeal.

A vase made of alabaster
holds virtues from disaster.
A crucifix affixed on my arm
I hope it is remedy faster.

The room is stale and I fail
to understand Gods plan.
Watch as I fly and sail
to my own hell.

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