If the thief had lived
He’d have fucked it up
He’d have fallen down
He would have sucked
Every drop of blood
From that forgiveness cup
And his golden efforts
Brown enough
Only for
The bowl to flush
And my father once told me
About a man of homilies
Who said if you could lose salvation's crown
It would be better if we held them down
In the baptistery
And let them drown
Fortunately for himself, the thief died
And that day was welcomed to paradise.
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