Mob Boss
September 2nd, 2013, 11:59 PM
Your plump hands have taken to that anxious tremble so nicely,
and the cross around your neck is painting your face in purple shades from being worn so tightly.
When you soak your body in that poisoned holy water tonight, please
don't forget to cleanse yourself of the the blackened scales you're hiding
and the feel of young skin, to which your cold eyes and hands have developed a liking.
Hate the sin; not the sinner, your forked tongue has familiarized
and you'll hiss off a few verses from that book so you can peacefully close your eyes.
Full of faith
and the darkest lies,
you'll lie.
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and the cross around your neck is painting your face in purple shades from being worn so tightly.
When you soak your body in that poisoned holy water tonight, please
don't forget to cleanse yourself of the the blackened scales you're hiding
and the feel of young skin, to which your cold eyes and hands have developed a liking.
Hate the sin; not the sinner, your forked tongue has familiarized
and you'll hiss off a few verses from that book so you can peacefully close your eyes.
Full of faith
and the darkest lies,
you'll lie.
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