Saints

Old women Josie touched while living alone
Where have the saved been, why are they in her home
Somebody’s gotta know if halos sever the stoned
When hoes have plowed the field and nudity won’t atone
Excalibur’s a virgin to shedding blood at the moment
It asks for heaven’s aid but it answers as if it’s frozen
Then I guess I’m just tainted
A failure with Nile’s fragrance
Forget being baptized, when’s the last time I bathed
I’m fed up and I’m anxious
What wrath have I angered
I’ll a throw a temper tantrum right here midst deaf banter
Oh, I’m not worth the process
You pity who adopts it
…well I’ll escort myself to myself, that’s an option
A routine operation, since God is such a cock
Trapped in the cockpit of a stock crash test
Bested by a foster home of imaginary friends
Etch bar codes in my skin as I wait for the rapture
Quarantined as a damsel waiting for heaven’s capture
I mean rescue, that’s the role that was chosen by our masters
The bastard always deals me amputated hands to hold
Expecting me to fold, but what do they know
Besides everything about me I already show
An open book with invisible ink, illegible think pieces, and Lovecraft kinks
Raised by evangelicals that can not blink, that shall not flinch in front of
their unwavering king
So ignorant, neither ask about the lies, no question marks or even sometimes why
Implying I ever cry so they fret with apparent gestures
A mechanized link to the frets in a puppet network
Constructing dominoes enchained by gospel tenure
A round table ensnared by El Shaddai Nephilim
My best friends are worth so much more
I don’t have many but they’ve kept me here alive
That word really rhymes, cuz it rings through my core
I hope that ya’ll are listening, no complex metaphors
No layers left to hide in, I love you enough to die
And no I’m not saying this cuz I’m really really high
Ya’ll really are my sun in a sky that doesn’t answer
When I cry all the time and convince me I don’t matter
Burn alive
Burn a life
When to go
Wendigo