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I had to destroy you so I could adore you.

I had to tell you my true thoughts

So that I could make peace with my inner beast

And not feel as though I had been bought.

I had to desecrate the bed where lay your head

So that I could lay mine next to yours.

I'm a man of great pride just hoping to retire.

I'm a virgin but that don't make me pure.

I was firmly against and truly did resent

Everything that came with what was wound.

But then you listened, and started to glisten,

Like a doctor stooped to a kid on the ground.

So if you feel like a martyr I'll read you some Sartre

To bring you gently back down to the earth,

And kiss you with longing while the sky is falling

Like rose petals by the hearth.

And if you feel disgraced just let the days

Pass by you, and you will recover.

I will count to eleven by the gates of heaven

Even if I'm ripped asunder.

I'm a kid from the street unused to leaden wheat

And fancy cups, and a lack of pain.

I'm an old prize fighter performing all nighters

And utterly insane.

But if you can forgive such a deadly sin

We can dance, two lovers toward the infinite,

While living a life spry in yellow sunlight.

Who could possibly try to resist it?

You're the princess you were the day you were born.

I am gravel, spit, and thorn.

Inside there beats a passion to reach

As the dirt washes off of my sores.

And if I could kiss you I would instantly miss you,

Collect myself, and kiss you again.

Mediocrity is simple, and easy to please,

However, not like a state of Zen.

So if you're ever lonely or have extra money

There's a man far away who deserves you.

'Til then this is a pen, a page and a man

Sending his love like a death to serve you.

You are America, the beautiful.

I'm married to my country, and the service.

You are an easing, the gentlest pleasing

To make mirth until my fever is worth it.

Love is a vessel to keep close within you

And reach up and kiss the god's.

Hate is a blank rage without conscience.

Please understand the chains I dawn.

I'm a holy sinner.  I'm not getting much thinner.

A prince and a pauper aging before your eyes.

I will replace the nest you have found best

The day you draw your last breath, and die.

Like the angel Beatrice you pulled me from hell,

And lifted me to a place I had never seen.

It's a place with gold roads and crystal warm snow

Like the America we once liked to believe.