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Jesus lies dying in my bed |
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Companions since birth |
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In this stagnant dingy haunt |
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He has never really live |
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Last night I beat him |
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As he would not leave |
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My insane eyes stare at him |
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As his wilted body bleeds |
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Frequently I rape him |
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As I know nothing else |
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He curls up like a fetus |
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And paints his face with sadness |
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Now a fragment |
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Of remorse is etched |
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I bandage his wounds |
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I kiss the face of Jesus Christ |
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But he is dead |
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What can I do |
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You've forsaken me |
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You called yourself messiah |
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And expected me to follow |
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An now he lays dead |
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And your prophecies with him |
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I will bury him not |
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As insult to your face |
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As I stare at his corpse |
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One detail disturbs me |
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His cold stark finger |
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Points where I have not been |
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From my house |
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The cage of rotten wood |
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I stumble forth |
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To lay beneath the bush |
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Withered bones groan |
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I cultivate |
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As the soil and I grow closer |
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The sun recieves an empty gaze |
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It mourns |
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It knows my life is gone |
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No more to offer |
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But my flesh to this soil |
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And a single tear |
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Marks my final prayer |
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The rosebud sits |
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In the palm of your hand |
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As I end this flower blossoms |
