My lover's got humor. She's the giggle at a funeral. She knows everybody's disapproval. I should've worshiped her sooner. If the heavens ever did speak, she's the last truth mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak; a fresh poison each weak. "We were born sick". You heard them say it. My church offers no absolutes. She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you. I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well, Amen.
Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life!
If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight. To keep the goddess on my side, she demands a sacrifice. Drain the whole sea and get something shiny; something meaty for the main course. That's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful. That looks tasty. That looks plenty. This is hungry work.
Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life!
No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin. In the madness and soil if that sad earthly scene, only then I am human. Only then I am clean, Amen.
Take me to church. I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life!
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Short StoryThis is mainly full of song lyrics. Sorry. I'm not creative enough to actually make short stories. There are, like, two chapters that are short stories, but that's it. TW: If you're easily disturbed by talk or mention of suicide, some chapters are n...
