I was born with a blindfold,
Drowsed in shimmering gold,
Not the kind that blocks light from view,
Nor the gold that tempts greed and evil
But the kind that pierces your ears with prayer and verse and righteous prose,
The gold was a promise of heaven and mercy draped around my body,
I cried soundfully with water pouring over my head,
I was raised with a blindfold,
I could feel the luxury around my arms and legs,
Dragged up the infinite ziggurat stairs,
Yet somehow hear the crackling sound of hell below
I realized there are no railings to hold
But somehow something pushed my soul down to hell
"Repent," They reassured,
Maybe God could tug my chains up the stairs,
Eventually, the blindfold was off,
And I covered my eyes with my hands instead,
Too scared to look at the dark,
While hell whispered from below,
The gold on my arms and legs and now my neck became coercive,
The cold the kissed my skin,
Maybe somehow, I'll kill my own mind,
Just dull iron that scrapped my skin,
I shivered in the bright light
Hands and fingers pried open my wounds,
The chains tugged until I couldnt walk anymore,
This time prying my hands away from my face and wrapped it away tightly,
Maybe God will have mercy on me...
Red that dripped from my wrists and neck,
"Forgive me," I begged, as disgust curled in my being,
"Forgive me," I begged, as my soul turned cold and heavy,
"Forgive me," I begged, as I cleaned the stains away,
It was dark and I was so exhausted I dropped to my knees,
The chains suddenly stopped tugging me up the stairs,
This time they didn't say anything.
Not even sparring a glance my way,
"Disgusting" it whispered,
"Forgive me," I cried as I let myself be hanged upon my fate,
Sometimes I wonder if evil corrupts my body.
I stared into my reflection imagining the burns for even being on the Earth,
I wondered if God loved me, why make me this way?
Repent echoed in my mind,
I closed my eyes again, this time, drowning in conflict
For the first time, no one tugged my chains.