Muddied

You spent too long in that forbidden land

Too many lungfuls of that water

To not be muddied by it.

Every time you cough

It still smells of deceit.

It’s true God forgives

I’m trying to do the same

But the problem is my nose

It works as good as ever

And the stink of deceit is still on you

From those years long ago.

– Vagabond Prophet

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