I was bathed in what they called
Cleansing waters
Submerged a sinner, over and over
And then pulled surging forth
Clean, holy, and covered
By the blessings of the father
But this was not the path I chose
To be cursed by an ancient fault
Paying a debt I did not owe
And seeking to soothe the wrath
For supposed crimes committed to that
Which my memory has long omitted
I refuse to submit to the base belief
That I am destined to befall
And suffer the grief of divine writ
For lost in translation
Is that reveling revelation
Of freedom found in my unbound choice
For I have found faith
Not in that ancient way
For the old mystic's sake
But simply in me
And the path I lead
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