The bastardization is real
The father's not in everything
Especially not in the decision to leave the father
He pretends to admit his fault
While dealing out lashes of shame
For gross misappropriation.

But the one observing must take note
Must feel every weight
And accept fault for the case of reality
Must second-guess those voices that spin high tales of grace
Those devils who say
"Absolve yourself,
You are not at fault for the way everything goes."

Because if I heed those wishful madrigals,
The righteous angel shall come forth
And set me straight.
Michael in all his glory will send the universe
On a track of love,
A furious jurisprudence,
Without fascist worry.

And I will know that I am not Jesus,
But I am not your daughter either
And my hubris will cost me my life,
And Michael swears I made the wrong decisions
A Satan who thinks he's always right.

Flight above and fight below
We will always weave it so.
Light the dove on fire, love
Rotting corpses twitch and glow.
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