Literature
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I feel so wrong,
So filthy and unworthy,
Why does my flesh betray my soul,
I want holiness so much it hurts,
It hurts somewhere deep inside that I can't reach to comfort,
But my flesh wants pleasure so much,
It would kill me from the inside out just to be satisfied,
But it's never satisfied,
And the deep want for righteousness is comforted by something supernatural,
Someone that loves me,
How can I betray Him like this?
How can I hammer the nails into His hands; into His feet?
It was me that shoved the crown of thorns onto His brow,
That stripped his flesh to ribbons,
My hands were the ones that beat Him,
Tore out His beard and