The Orphans of Piety - Minsk

Fire dance of self deprecation dopamine receptivity

The orphans of piety we are birthed into sorrow and shame

A truth to believe a thirst for reprieve

Our throats scorched with the sins of our fathers we burn with the sins of our

fathers

These sacred certainties floated right past me and I cannot remember my name

Scandalous proclivity these orphans of piety

We cherish our reprimand pain in your shadow where I stand

Draw a circle around me in the sand I have breathed in but released your lungs

Of Ave Maria’s from wombs of the one I have wandered each day

From the alter to the grave in search of your name and face

I have seen your shadow where I stand