Then There Was Three

Were you talking to me.....I'm sorry there must be s**t in your mouth. What is that.... that lingers while you walk? Perhaps....that stain you carry is the cause of your unholiness. I wonder if it can be cured or now has it become the new fixation. You dare bring that to me as if it's an offering. You're marked with propensity...are you ok.....are you suffocating. "Help!"...you call to me to rid you of your sins....NEVER