The Lord’s Prayer
You’d mock me if you saw
My fingers caressing the smooth beads
Like once upon a time
Your dark, salty skin
Bruised and torn open
You walk to the gallows with
Your amused, trademark half-grin
Never said you’d stay
And I never dared ask
Hands folded in useless prayer
I curse destiny’s cruelty
Choked by the rosary’s
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