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Inclement Accounting
 

 



Spirited away on such
a stormy night
when even a mad dog
stays inside.

Sin eaters ensure
you are contrite
as they strip away
all false pride.

Beseech the deity to
end your plight
by confessing what's been
held inside.


Something different (as usual)
Submitted for the Quickie challenge

By AlwaysMyWords

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