Don't say anything if it lacks conviction
The priest performs the malediction
Servile, lame -- the passive many
A few look for truth, but none find any
"It" answers back in the dark of night
"Let your eyes behold the sight!"
The hissing of flies, the stench of blood
Engorge your senses like a flood
Cursing, screaming, they drag you out
To cleanse you of the slightest doubt
You claw the pavement, desperate, afraid
With none to save you from the choices you made
In your darkest agonizing hour
Clutch at what you cannot hold
There's no rest, no peace for they
Who've gained the world have pawned their souls
And the lion shall lie down with the lamb
And the lamb shall like it! not be afraid
There's no splendor in the world
Like a slut in all her glory
No pleasure, no warmth compareth to
Her insides cut and gory
*I'm not going to whitewash this. It was a dark, sick time for me. I have some serious issues with some of the thoughts expressed during this period.
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