I wish everyone was Jesus, then
Because they'd be compelled
To forgive me
For all my sins
As soon as I showed
Repentance.
A confession list is
Almost a poem.
Read it, then-
Lips ring
With all the sins that rhyme
Make it ceremony
Give it celebration
And you'll be forgiven.
(Just a bit of penance on the side.)
Icon lips are pursed
Too small to tell
Why my sins
Are sanctified.
I wish everyone was Jesus
No sin as ceremony
Only this life,
These lips- pressed against
More than saint's lips.
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