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Disgrace

Between a broken home
And an empty grave,
Lies a lovestruck soul
That nobody saved.
Not a rotting corpse
Or a ghostly dream,
Something from nightmares
And the in between.
Between a promise broke
and a romance lost,
Lies a trace of hope
with infinite cost.

A man that wears a cross
doesn't blink an eye
While the bodies he tossed
Fall to the sky.
But He never forgets,
Nor does he queston why
He still feels nothing
while watching them die.
He thinks unto himself,
is there an afterlife?
I've shed so much pure blood,
When will he hear their cries?

Some men follow their faith blindly,
Some challenge god to truly see.
Some live in fear of deities,
Some need proof of what they believe

A girl who's all alone
Waiting in the woods,
hands are just too cold
To come of any good.
Her lover to return
She thought any time now,
But that damned Holy man
Put him in the ground.
She shivers while she waits
For someone who is gone,
And for the same cold fate,
If only she'd moved on.

That man wearing a cross
Tested his faith that day;
he came upon that girl
In the most sickly way.
She screamed till her throat bled,
Her screams muffled to cries.
she choked on so much red
While she prayed to the skies.
And that same Holy man
Gave up his cross that night,
What kind of god could watch
And then stay out of sight?
He left that noble lie
For incandescent truth.
That bastards Holy life
left him one path to choose.

Some men follow their faith blindly,
Some challenge god to truly see.
Some live their lives in fear of deities,
Some need proof of what they believe.

When that Holy man
crawled in bed that night,
He laid beside his wife,
trying to rethink life.
He turned onto his side,
"Tomorrows' a new day".
He'll kiss his love goodnight,
And then it's time for change.
But what he found when he
Went in for that last kiss
Made him shudder and shake,
For what he saw was this:

A gorgeous girl
With teary eyes,
An open stomach,
matching blood-red thighs,
Two slit wrists,
a familiar face-
that woman
was his last embrace.

He thought how
could she be alive?
I watched the life
flutter from her eyes.
With a crooked smile
She turned toward him,
Said ”God is gone,
Meet the lord of sin."

Some men follow their faith blindly,
Some challenge god to truly see.
Some live in fear of deities,
Some need proof of what they believe.
Written by MrBuchanan
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