Sleeping through my regrets

Nights of sweat

leave a mark on my soul

A twisted self

Crusades and morality

Set the conscious

A weight It can carry…

will he breakdown in the sun?

A priest and his trade

selling hope and penance

It is the sale season

the discount on salvation

We surely buy sanity from the altars

“no body seeks evil”

When I devour a man’s heart,

It is for his soul,

The only redemption…

….from the plagues of his world

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