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