Every breath brings you closer to your doom
a crucified suicide
your just another fading scar
driving the nail through your arm
(you did this to yourself)
I was the third nail in the cross
feeding on all the blood he lost
you Godless deciples
here you are embraced with your rifles
the bullets now spliting your head
praying, now bleeding you look good dead
like maggots left over from death, will He leave you behind?
you gave your blood for Him
now will he grace you from the torments of suicide?
you lost martyrs, you poor bastards
fatherless with your crooked figures
fatherless, I was the blade caressing His throat
I gutted Him like a sacrificail goat
Do you see the connection with the title?
Comments
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this is very good i enjoyed the read!
awesome!!
so much hate feels like it but i know what you mean ^.^
<3<3
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Very nice poem, i know whats the meaning. Angel's shouldn't be thinking so much about these. Take care
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