Confession

The silent priest blocks out the sins of confessors, but cannot tangle his truths from lingering on his mind. Their rate of growth expands like bamboo plants, rising longer by the day. Though, none see his lusting, x-ray eyes stare for prospect in his mind. He still feels the right to stand high and mighty without proof.

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