As mild as a knife fight, a loss of faith, but breathing now.
As gentle as a lamb led to the slaughter, a surrender to sin, but sleeping now.
As open as a coffin's last nail, a bible resting on my nightstand, but no longer crying now.
As tender as a breaking wave, a remorseful last word, but unashamed now.
As uncomplicated as the mystery of childbirth, a quiet peace, but godless now.
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