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Your Sainthood Has Expired

Painted red, my eyes are burning
And still you hide behind the waves
Your silence is haunting
Your words relentless
Burying in…

~*~

You have such a cold lush for reality’s melodramatic

That it’s quickly turning into a peptic acidic emetic

Oh, how I wish I’d be a just a little more sympathetic

But your repulsive leftover pity party’s just severely sick

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You say I’m the one who slashes my own beating heart

But honey, you sharpen the knife’s dullest blade for me

You say I tore the whirlwind pages of this sordid tale apart

Sorry to say, it was never bound in the first place, sweetie

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And yes, true enough, everybody needs their saviour

But there’s never anymore halo-clad patient saints to see

So you wear your own revered badges of rusted honour

And if you want your twisted sacrifice, then go and be

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But just don’t act like you’re clever, undaunted and stainless

Clean and smooth as a tough newly-pressed sheet of steel

‘Cause if there’s anyone that’s talking their broken wings less

It’ll be how you try your hardest to trick with charms and beguile

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Because nobody that’s even gullible will forever be fooled

By your artifice voice-outs of sisterly concern and helping

You think you’ve played the board, tipped the queen and rook

But in the end, you are the dangling fool left hanging on a string

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With your concrete shoes weighed down and your sweet cyanide

Your crown of thorns hurting and your loincloth tears all cried

But now your pure angel tongue is numbed, badly desensitised

Dare you run back to the empty church and get it re-canonised?

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Because your holy gospel is slowly falling apart into sinner shreds

The heavy burden you carry for all of us is leaving you for dead

And your confessions are way past their limit and going overripe

Nonetheless, it’s still less rancid than your self-gratificated pride

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So you just want to be the good graced ally, humanity’s simple brave fighting soldier?

And you want to be the venerated sacrilegious hero to save everybody’s damned souls?

If you persist to famous martyrdom, then who am I to stop that smoking hot-lead trigger?

And if injury isn’t enough for you, why don’t you go ahead to add insult and take the ultimate fall?

~*~

Scream with the voice of an angel
Lie in the eyes of the gospel
Smile in the face of your victims
Smile for me
This is my last request to you
Hold my breath
I was clutching onto disaster
Hold my breath…

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