Crosses and prayer,
the holy man let down his hair.

Bended ***** knee, cracked hands and fear for all to see.

Holy man, say your peace then let it rest.

Holy man, say your prayers and deliver us from our sins.
Deliver us from whatever you may deliver us, a message from the beyond telling us that time spent here wasn't spent wasting on and on.

Crosses and prayers and thoughts and hopes, holy water to ******.

Count the beads on a the rosary, Sinners, aren't we all?

I am divided between the devil inside and the angel I show the world.
If both are me, am I divinely wicked or wickedly innocent?

I cast myself down and do not cover my head, for I fear no wrath of the judgement, I am who I am and I live how I live, for freedom is my first choice.