I remember as a boy
Candles blessing my throat
A cross of ashes rubbed into
My third eye the taste
Of God coating my tongue
My poor performance
As an altar boy sneaking
Wine in the sacristy
The sins I couldn't confess
Lined up like a rosary
The kiss of peace
I was given to carry
And bury to rise again
Running toward it I see
All my life as planned
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