If my only crime is love,
then crucify me.
the only thought in my heart
was resurrection from the past.
Today though call me Lucy
as I fall from eternity to agony
Armageddon will be called upon
by the anguished or lost;
a Holy war for the heart will begin
with you as our Anti-Christ.
A false prophet, oh glory!
to façade all faults into truths
and prompt the free to flounder
billowing to the bottom,
gasping for one final breath.
whilst I whisper at last
a lost enlightenment:
“We are all damned the same.”
