The Orphans Of Piety (Minsk)

Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity The orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame A truth to believe a thirst for reprieve Our throats scorched with the sins of our fathers we burn with the sins of our fathers These sacred certainties floated right past me and I cannot remember my name Scandalous proclivity these orphans of piety We cherish our reprimand pain in your shadow where I stand Draw a circle around me in the sand I have breathed in but released your lungs Of Ave Maria’s from wombs of the one I have wandered each day From the alter to the grave in search of your name and face I have seen your shadow where I stand