The Orphans of Piety

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