Paint your morning blossom cheeks
A darker shade than the night
Poke holes in your funeral clothes darling
Let the angels and their hallowed virgin light
Leak from your pores like ichor
Heaven's colors never quite reach far down enough
To make a drunken god's eyes see
In more than black and white
And we the primordials will be pagan still
As we fix the mistakes of youth divine
That fool was too busy splicing himself threefold
To see humanity fall apart
Under the rotting crosses they erected for his sake
