You Gleam in Bright Lights

"I am drawn to you, a magnetic pull i cannot fight. I am drawn to you in ways that defeat my mights and any other urge i turn down in spite.

Because when I stand in your light I am cleansed. My blood is washed clean of yesterday's sin and your touch upon my skin brings me comfort that nothing is akin.

You are holy and clean.

I am assured of salvation, I am assured of forgiveness and I need no congregation to attest because my tetimong of your grace is one I cannot utter. If I begin to explain I will s-stutter.

I am clean

I am clean

In your light I am clean."

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She convinces herself as she rolls down to the floor on her knees praying to a god that is no more. Praying to the god she hold in her hands. The blood cleansed fresh on her sleeve, the holy smoke infused with weed.

Indeed she was pure. Purity in her eyes in her perspective she is pure and only a fool could argue.

The light she stood in and looked upto, the god she held in her right hand the god whose punishment she believed was her redemption. The god who left her body scared and her spirit healed. She looked down at her right hand to plead.

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"Under the lamp that lights this room, you rid me of a looming darkness that creeps in the night. Oh god you gleam in the bright light."