Asbestos Worship

[kiramori]

So pure, immaculate; so toxic any who dare lay eyes upon it are not exempt from its holy persecution.

So, so high up above, so pretty like a gem.
Fragile, flaky core, crumbles to dust with a touch and does not forgive, does not forget.

How is it so perfect? Was it the poisonous worship or the sickly green shine in its skin?

The impure cannot compare, cannot fathom — neither do we deserve to. We are far from its graces.

It brings peace, salvation, love, and assurance, with a price so steep it's much too comfortable making you pay.

It's clear and odorless, and it also reeks of venom.

However tainted I might be, I much prefer the depths of your hells
than the hypocrisy of your salvation.