I, your dreams,
a nightmare fantasy.
I, the thing,
that makes you bleed.
Trapped in nightmare,
of the so called happy world.
Hand cuffed to lies,
of Heaven and of Hell.
Sin in the cathedral,
of swine.
Wooden goblet. Carpenters cross.
Burning the wood,
tossed in the line of fire survival.
Thin bolts of white fabric,
frocked in stained sheets.
Forgiven of misgivings,
Wave bye now…
Just words: I am forgiven!
Ribbon of purple, ribbons of gold…
Restless merriment,
subdued by frantic whiners.
No more bowing,
because to you,
everyone is a sinner.
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