My Poor Soul - Then Whence Cometh Evil?

An episode of mostly happiness to break monotony
A come down constantly calling for lobotomy
Falsify a portrait of what a holy parent ought to be
Call upon him hoping for some divine camaraderie
Carry me all the way down
Bathe in my dysfunction
Bury me in fertilized ground
Use my body for consumption
Loud enough to break the barrier of the atmosphere
Proud enough to dance around the beast that last appeared
Heaven won't breed angels made to cause a pastors tears
Clip their wings for they pray and become crass in fear
Carry me all the way down
Bathe in my dysfunction
Bury me in fertilized ground
Use my body for consumption
Crooked preachers politicizing pulpits
Hooked on hiding rape out in the open
I'd tie them to a stone and watch the ocean
Peel apart the air inside their lungs and fill their throats with
The salt of the earth in the shape of crashing waves
Cast the stones to burn down the houses they have made
And when all of the bad apples are laid to waste
I'd hope the few good that remain will lose their faith

Written by:
Zakkary Moreno

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