• princessesierra 10w

    Prayer

    The hum of the strings
    Keep me awake at night
    Under the fingers
    Of fumbling puppeteers

    The chanting of verses
    Keeps the poison alive
    Pumps it through my dying veins
    As curses fall from purple lips

    Their saints are burning
    An eternity in hell
    Their angels fall
    From heavenly choirs

    Clipped wings and contracts run
    The day disguised
    In kind words and false truths
    As cruelty sings the word of god

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