Oh High Bandit · Jun 21, 2012
Black Mass.

Alive
&
buried.

Beneath the lies
of a thousand
broken-prayer beads.

Surrounded by all of my....

False hopes.
Fake friends.
&
Some,
crooked priests
who are exorcising their own demons.

On the dark side of the confession booth.

This is nothing.
But a divine
waste of my time.

I'll see you all, in Hell.

 
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