All your words as swords,
Killed me on the inside,
But beheaded I stood still.
Condemned, thrown away,
A silent death I suffered.
I didn't scream or cry,
For it was more than this.
All silent and still I stood.
It poisoned my soul to know,
All my sweet adorations,
Prayers and prostrations,
All my cravings for you,
What I as worship held,
It has all been naught,
But a sin to you.
- Mason Carter
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