Drown me in holy water
since you call yourself a God,
kiss me back to life
to prove you’re not a fraud,
undress me from this white gown,
baptize me in your lies.
You taunt me with your words,
my unholy demise.
Let me worship at your temples
and sooth your aching head,
Whisk me off to heaven
where you promise we’ll be wed.
You have worms in your veins
and I feel it when they crawl,
I chained you upon the cross
in hopes you wouldn’t fall.
My false prophet, I loved you,
you resurrect me from the dead;
but I cannot give my life to you,
I worship myself instead.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Drown me in holy water
since you call yourself a God,
kiss me back to life
to prove you’re not a fraud,
undress me from this white gown,
baptize me in your lies.
You taunt me with your words,
my unholy demise.
Let me worship at your temples
and sooth your aching head,
Whisk me off to heaven
where you promise we’ll be wed.
You have worms in your veins
and I feel it when they crawl,
I chained you upon the cross
in hopes you wouldn’t fall.
My false prophet, I loved you,
you resurrect me from the dead;
but I cannot give my life to you,
I worship myself instead.
A letter to the man who was my Jesus.
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