And when the flash of light filled our pores,
only we remained.
We became pure then. Absolved
of our sins. Our hearts were lifted
of their burdens.
Was that searing sun not
but that which illuminates the heavens?
We walked, fearing to look to the
moonlit night,
but christened by
two-hundred twenty thousand angels,
we became clean.
How bitter that by our purification,
a new filth surges through our veins.
(copyright a(scetic)verse, February 26, 2008)
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