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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530466" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Litany</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A soft touch in the drought like brushing fire, <br>Pressed upon the skin, upon desire, <br>Providing an all encompassing flame<br>From her and her slender and fragile frame.<br>How my mind does want of her to be pinned.<br>I must be blown in the hurricane wind.<br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eager am I to partake in the feast, <br>Saving no cuisine, savoring at least<br>As much is offered, yet asking for more, <br>Starving sense with excess, the stomach's roar, <br>And my strong appetite does not rescind.<br>My gullet grows now to never be thinned.<br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My rapacious pursuit for some power<br>Consumes my consciousness in this hour.<br>I pine for, I long for more than I need: <br>A house of gold and the money tree's seed.<br>My avarice and covetousness twinned<br>To keep my arrogance under-chagrined.<br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have had a listless heart. Without bliss! <br>I have filled it with emptiness and this, <br>By my acts of fool-hardy omission, <br>Has led all my joys to split in fission.<br>Nothing, my companion, so thick-skinned<br>Is a force unmovable, unreckoned.<br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uncontrolled are my feelings and they rage, <br>Ravishing better judgment in rampage.<br>Self-destruction, violence manifests.<br>Like sickness vile in its sweep, it mass infects, <br>Spreading swiftly ev'ry single second<br>When its foul reign is beseeched and beckoned.<br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Deprive others—I must—so I may take.<br>With belligerent thievery I make<br>My sorrow to have someone else's good, <br>To proclaim, &quot;Mine! &quot; though another man should, <br>But, in my ears, the pleas have been deafened, <br>And no cries but mine will I have listened.<br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, for me ways, my many grievances, <br>I have learned through process of acceptance<br>That what I have done become who I am—<br>I am proud of myself though I be damned, <br>But I will confess my wrongs when questioned.<br>Lie? I will not! Why chose to be burdened? <br>	Oh my Lord! Does thou know how I have sinned?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tim+Stensloff">Tim Stensloff</a><div class=q>
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Pressed upon the skin, upon desire, 
Providing an all encompassing flame
From her and her slender and fragile frame.
How my mind does want of her to be pinned.
I must be blown in the hurricane wind...."></div>
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