As i am

At least I am honest
Chained to the wall
Shackled to the ground
Naked to your eyes
My shame in full colour spectra

There is no lie here
No disguise in uniform
Where the lines tend to blur
And I do not seem so blatant

But it isn’t in me
To exchange forgiveness for sacrifice
I am made of stubborn stock

To the altar I will walk
To the block I lay my neck
My stem, my mane
Offered in good grace
My head, my truth
For redemption
Through the fire

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