Oh yr crimes of belief
oh yr saintly mystique
why can't I be as perfect as you?
with yr snow white skin
and yr heart without sin
No one wears this delusion like you
oh how it hangs
from yr frame in delicate symmetry
don't you ever change
so you can always make
me seem ugly
I'm a monster who should be shut away
I whither in yr radiance, I cringe from yr grace
you're pretty, disconnected eyes
sweep over a landscape of souls all depraved
save us please
make us pure
we need yr absolute certainty
we're all scum
and we're sure
that you are spotless in deed
oh, rain on me!
let yr judgement pour from heaven oh high
soak me
in yr superiority
bitch.
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