Crucified Angel

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2007

Cascade your words

down on me

song and breath

floating in the air

Desecrate me

Betray me with a kiss

Kiss me long and hard and deep

Twirl your fingers in my hair

and speak to me

Bind me to yourself

a willing slave

down on my knees

a crucified angel

afraid to look into your eyes

I kneel before you

in the place where

Jesus wept

Kiss me

Fuck me hard and scar me deep

Speak to me

through rusty razors on my skin

the sting of the whip on my back

words tangible

May I have another?

Bind me to yourself

with ropes that cut my wrists

so hard and deep

wounds that drain me

like your kiss

the sun shines

without illumination

the skies burn red

and we walk the bloody earth

hand in hand

Old gods hanging from

the gallows

no more light to shine

I come home late

to watch the candles flicker

I still pray

but only to you

and you watch

with hardened eyes

as I brand myself forsaken

I never thought I'd sell my soul

but I just did

You hold it

in the palm of your hand

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2007.

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Colin "Satyr" McNamara's picture

Jesus may weep but fallen angels need not be sympathetic
He died to save himself, not us all
How fucking pathetic...
So God may damn you... or me, because we don't follow
You knelt, but said you won't serve His ideals
Which to you seem deeply shallow
You sold your soul for Heaven's a lie
Take it back
With an eternal fire that sets alight the sky
So you sold yourself...
Take everything back
And reign in Hell
Forsaken perhaps you may be
But know that you've got the Legions behind you
Steadfast, steadhate, and ready
To bring the end you decree
Slaves shall not serve before God
Instead He should serve before you and me
He is One... yet we are many
Legion is our name
Let's make the skies bleed
Until everything that was taken belongs to use again...