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PD PART V: DOOM AND CHAOS
Nailed down to the cross
A punishment chosen
By myself for myself
And no one else
Can love her like me
The obedience
She wanted a martyr
Lie for her, die for her
My crimes for her
A mark upon me
The promise of pain
Seems genuine
The crack of her lash
Is sweet as red wine
Lo, my sufference
Does not seem like enough
Broken horns, crown of thorns
Like winter's mourn
Curse me with your pain
The promise of flesh
Seemed absolute
The slip of her tongue
Blasphemy the truth
The structure of my collapse
Seems like a cruel trick of fate
Screws are turning
Skies are burning
Sleep in death
And rape the faith
Her purgatory
Across eternity
Existence of absence
Void of insistence
Leaves me cold and grey
A promise so bleak
And malicious
Demon in my mind
Offering chaos
(c) 2016 Frank Green & Jamers Mitchell
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