Can't find my intentions,
When my intentions are barely mentioned.
My indecision becomes my new vision.
Seeing this happy division never mentioned til the mission came to fruition.
A pilgrim trapped in a Christians vision, at least that's what I'm told.
Your skin reeks of holiness and blasphemous intentions.
The true nature of the faithful,
once more hastily unmasked.
Dead to me are your eyes.
Dead to me are these preconceptions of life.
Jesus help God when he retires from the skies.
Holier than thou.
Holier than bloodlines precious proclaimed aloud.
The Lord played his hand in Old Israel.
Now I expect the tables to turn when Jesus finds
Your ice cream is melting your brain.
Watching the daylight mutilate me sane.
Peering into a burning husk of what remains.
I thought your God wasn't criminally insane?
"It's a game",
So they say.
Crytic words,
Get in the way.
Bloody your nose,
If I may?
There's so little left to do,
Until the big decay.
Watched a funeral procession today.
It seems another holy man passed away.
Skeletons from his closet lead the fray.
People whispered the Pope was delayed.
Pilgrims, let us celebrate!
For there is nothing left to save.
Bring out your dead and your depraved.
It's just another beautiful way to decay.
Mysterious as nite
Out of sight
Blood running cold
Ready for a fight
Ruby lips pursed
She speaks first
Blackness of speech
Wishing it a curse
He comes forth
Heeding the lore
Her book open
Her dress is torn
He can't read
He'd rather bleed
Stands for nothing
She can only concede
He doth proclaim
The maidens name
The hate beckons
Here we go again