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- - - THIRTY TARNISHED COINS - - -
On this day of days
Thirty tarnished coins
Pay your passage to Hell
I hold no fear for the torment below
Or the persistent picking of crows
My thoughts are calm with the turning of gears
For I am the only devil here
I hold no regrets for the past damage
There'll be no penance for my bastard ways
Harbor me no ill will, it is my nature
To be a bedeviled vile creature
Faceless in face of damnation
Take your place in line
For cremation
A product of two thousand years
A design of a billion fears
I am the cure
I am the cull
Awash in a wave of scarlet tears
There's no fake messiah to shepherd me
Through holy slaughter and piercing screams
I keep the bible close just to remind
Me of fictions better left behind
Faceless in face of damnation
Take your place in line
For cremation
A product of two thousand years
A design of a billion fears
I am the cure
I am the cull
Awash in a wave of scarlet tears
EMPTY
Your hope in bleeding icons
EMPTY
Your heart to the crucifix
EMPTY
Your tears to worthless idols
AND EMPTY
The shafts of demon pricks
My underworld, cold with pitiless black
Except for chambers where the butchers hack
Place your faith in the vanity defrocked
And place your coward neck on the block
On this day of days
Thirty tarnished coins
Pay your passage to Hell
Faceless in face of damnation
Take your place in line
For cremation
A product of two thousand years
A design of a billion fears
I am the cure
I am the cull
Awash in a wave of scarlet tears
(c) 2015 Frank Green
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