Love is no longer a feeling
But merely a word with no expectations or sensuality attached
We can no longer find comfort in one another
Nor can you find faith in the beloved God you once believed in
Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness
The sin you’ve made is not one to be easily forgotten
And the blood on your hands will not be washed away
No matter the intensity of your castile

Your purity and ignorance is not a tourniquet
What you’ve done to our Father can not be excused
And you will not be given a chance to explain
Because the previous attempts you’ve tried your best to suppress
Will prevail over the meaningless words you spit onto our souls

The dirt is where you belong and the dirt is where you will be
I will be shame faced when you sink to the ground
But no matter; your pure convection is filth to us now
And because you have hung our holy Father
You will be hung with this rope under the tree
Where which we proclaimed our love
For sin is to be treated like so
And love is demolished under the eyes of our God