you want to take the
crown and destroy it
you want to pray without the hope
of ever being answered
is this all?
what it amounts to is
something less than faith
where you are is the same
dead end street you've
wasted the last ten years of
your life stumbling down
you can either be pilate
or you can be christ
you can forget the names of
the girls who've told you
they loved you
these are the last days
and no one is sorry
no one is forgiven
we are all strangers
standing naked
in the room of mirrors
we all believe in
some form of rape
it's not an apology
that i'm trying to offer
here
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