Never earthed like a virgin, aversion to any dearth
For how long can one feasibly abstain?
A month or longer
Each night my bed stained like church panes
Refracting rainbow light breaking against the back of a sinner praying
Through framed glass stained
St Stephen broken by stones for failing to condone an ill reign
My vision’s scope trained on the gospel according to Cain.
Alchemisland 
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