Confession [#2]

To the dead, I fear,
since you’re dear
to me, I’d die
if I knew
your shepherd was
a lie.
So I pray it’s just
the lord I deny.

May you grace
in the fields
I’m denied,
where the weeping
meadows lie.

In brooks,
I plead
you babble to the sky;
pray for my grace
to be
Divine,
But I fear your lord
‘s a lie.

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