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The Crimson Gospel
Look in these eyes
Reflection of tears that were cried
I exist beyond the pale
Consume sacramental Hell
Sacrifice
Just pay the ultimate price
Necromantic witchcraft spells
Drinking from the poisoned well
My quill is wet with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you this crimson gospel
Of the hidden secrets of Heaven
And the painful splendors of Hell
The crucifix
Painted inverted on the bricks
A message is delivered
But the voices are not heard
Twisted and sick
Candles burning down their wicks
Suicide carrion birds
Blurring of the chiseled word
My quill is wet with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you this crimson gospel
Of the hidden secrets of Heaven
And the painful splendors of Hell
My hands are stained with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you the crimson gospel
Scriptures forsaken by jealous angels
True words woven where broken hearts dwell
Nothing last forever
Sheep welcome slaughter
Lining up
Sons and daughters
Bleeding them dry
For an empty savior
Blind and numb
Kneel before your devil
The beast of man
Was pure once but at least he’s damned
Now the walls are closing in
Closets full of skeletons
Blood of the lamb
Is revealed to be such a scam
Now teach us where to begin
To become new gods of sin
My hands are stained with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you the crimson gospel
Scriptures forsaken by jealous angels
True words woven where broken hearts dwell
My quill is wet with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you this crimson gospel
Of the hidden secrets of Heaven
And the painful splendors of Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Reflection of tears that were cried
I exist beyond the pale
Consume sacramental Hell
Sacrifice
Just pay the ultimate price
Necromantic witchcraft spells
Drinking from the poisoned well
My quill is wet with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you this crimson gospel
Of the hidden secrets of Heaven
And the painful splendors of Hell
The crucifix
Painted inverted on the bricks
A message is delivered
But the voices are not heard
Twisted and sick
Candles burning down their wicks
Suicide carrion birds
Blurring of the chiseled word
My quill is wet with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you this crimson gospel
Of the hidden secrets of Heaven
And the painful splendors of Hell
My hands are stained with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you the crimson gospel
Scriptures forsaken by jealous angels
True words woven where broken hearts dwell
Nothing last forever
Sheep welcome slaughter
Lining up
Sons and daughters
Bleeding them dry
For an empty savior
Blind and numb
Kneel before your devil
The beast of man
Was pure once but at least he’s damned
Now the walls are closing in
Closets full of skeletons
Blood of the lamb
Is revealed to be such a scam
Now teach us where to begin
To become new gods of sin
My hands are stained with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you the crimson gospel
Scriptures forsaken by jealous angels
True words woven where broken hearts dwell
My quill is wet with the blood I’ve spilled
Just to bring you this crimson gospel
Of the hidden secrets of Heaven
And the painful splendors of Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 14th Feb 2015
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17th Feb 2015 1:20pm
I know your love for classic horror movies and you paint such vivid scenes - so I'm wondering have you ever considered penning a script? Even a horror short? Just wondering.
Great poem.
Great poem.
17th Feb 2015 2:44pm
I'd love to, but I just don't have the time and I lose interest. I have a few unfinished novels and early stages of scripts just laying around.
17th Feb 2015 5:01pm
You sound like me lol ... the ideas are there but the time and discipline to execute them alas is not
17th Feb 2015 8:41pm
