If I am a monument to your sins,

You should be wary of when I come

To collect,

Atonement.

For laying upon me

A projection of your flaws.

The judgement of

Choices you’ve already made

Onto the pedestal you deemed

Too pure.

The fault is yours,

And so are the sins.

I will atone for my own,

No one else’s.

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