Your ears a harbor for my words of swollen promise,
Your mouth is a chamber for my thoughts or stifling malice.
I look to you for guidance, my secrets that you keep,
In return you take my bed, you never let me sleep.
The thoughts in my head could strip the penny from my name,
But your "unfailing" shoulders hold my burdens and my shame.
So, kiss me clean, false savior,
Cast a stone for my sins.
Forgiveness finds no home
In the hypocrisy of religion.
Equipped with polished boot tips,
A plastic, thorny crown.
With your slanted accusations,
The blood came pouring down.
I prayed for years, I worshipped you,
You lead me to the cross.
There, you stripped all of my clothes off,
My innocence was lost.
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