a chimera of sins

I am a magpie

I spy shiny things and take them

I hide them in my nest

I treasure them in my chest

until there's no more room

for chicks in this tomb

I am a snake

I have a forked tongue sometimes

I wear different skins

tell people different things

I am the deceiver and the charmer

for lies are the scales of my armour

I am a peacock

I strut about the grounds

fluffing the feathers of my tail

it is my glory and holy grail

I ignore

I did nothing to make this adornment I adore

I am many other things beside

a puzzle of transgressions

a conglomeration of guilt

a monstrous chimera of sins

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Psalm 38:4

‘My guilt has overwhelmed me like a burden too heavy to bear.’

Romans 8:1

‘Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.’