What riches do I have,
that I can give,
that can expiate me,
or expiate him,
that aren’t from God to begin with.
What a fool I am,
assuming I can bribe my way,
out of grief,
out of guilt.
Or am I being held to ransom,
by my self,
of myself,
only to come to comprehension,
too late,
with too little left to give.
W.E.
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