Religion & Shame

In these verses, devotion collides with self-denial. We kneel beneath doctrines that damned us, whispering prayers that never fit our mouths. These poems wrestle with guilt draped in gold, where holiness hurts and confession is survival.

When salvation tastes like sin.

On This Day

the mob's cheers and chants battered my ears

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Veins of Corruption

feet dragged in the filth of apathy

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