i am drowning in holy water,
holy tears,
and i have never felt so good.
this love is sacred and it is blessed
and i will declare before god
the pureness of you
you tell me it is destiny,
our fates written by a figure so divine,
even more than our love
i believe you
i always do
if this love is holy,
i have never despised religion so much
there is nothing sacred and pure
about what has become of me
my teeth are rotting
my gums are bleeding
my head is reeling
and i can not keep up.
these are the blessings of love.
keep us together under oath
and i will be yours to love and cherish
and destroy forever.
an oath of love and promises
you can not keep,
you idolize it like i idolize you
no divine thing would wish
that upon someone
how could my angel be the thing
that turns me to the dust
i thought you rose me from?
an act of sacrilege,
against me or yourself,
yet you continue your play
of saint as the real angels frown at you
and i will continue to drown
in holy water in a practice
i was never meant to be apart of
this and you are not my religion
and i let you consume me anyways
salt of my tears maim the water
is it any less pure?
candles burn,
and we're deeply tainted-
but pure,
so pure.
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Поэзияi will squeeze my eyes so tight i won't see your evil, i will cover my ears and i will not hear your evil, and i will sew my mouth shut and you will never hear my evil again.
