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Bound by ritual
Bound by need
My body the altar
upon which we sacrifice;
sanctified to You, my Emancipator
The marks on my flesh
the apocryphal writings of a lost god
My pleas, a catechism
by which we live
The collar,
a rosary around my neck;
A hallowed symbol of sacred intent
My suffering a penance
to cleanse my soul
Redeemed by brutality,
Carried to salvation
on wings of pain
Until, finally,
We reach Nirvana
That state of Holy bliss
And we are Pure
And Whole
And Eternal.
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