I am scared of me
I don’t know what I can not
or won’t do


My church

When I go to church,
I pray for my sins
A day’s grace,
To kill softly

I see no forgiveness
My chains feel heavy enough
That I am of hell,
And these flames will light my mind

When I go to church,
I pray for my victims
A heaven’s grace,
To purge their sins

I seek no faith,
My truth is clear enough
That some bastardy may live,
And others to taste my blade

When I go to heaven,
I pray for my soul
An artist’s life,
Hope my work was absolute

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