Hallowed Ground


Don’t tread on the hallowed ground of my sins

with those holier-than-thou feet,

There is a spell to protect and keep

sinners like you from its boundaries.

I’d never cloaked myself in sanctity,

was brave enough to brave your serpentine acrimony;

had consecrated each divinely intoxicating memory,

purging my soul of every human profanity…

Now the angels descend to take me to a paradise,

as this holy earth fills with hypocritical cries;

and I leave this hallowed ground in peaceful strife

by sweet, sweet, sweet love, purified…

© Isha Garg

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