Wednesday, February 11, 2009

I built my soap box with my own hands.
The only thing that matters is the position in which I stand.
For you, I give everything and sometimes nothing.
It's what I do best.
Give of myself, until to myself, I give even less.
Chastized and whipped at the post.
My crime,
Being beautiful and loving the Holy Ghost.
For him, I do everything.
I am everything
Because of him.
A sinless man,
without life.
A spirit who visits me in the night.
A man no more.
My man.
This is my sin.

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