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Author Steven James wrote a poem.

About God.

And me.

"lover of my soul, i've been unfaithful.

flirting with the lurid promises
of fortune and glory and passion and fame,
of lust and pride and greed and comfort.
i've followed them into the bedroom
where i think no one will find me.
where i hope you're not watching.
where we live out our fantasies together.
i've slept in the arms of so many lovers
but they've left me hollowed out,
a corpse and an empty casing tumbling in the wind.

i've cheated on you again and again.
in the red-light district of my soul."