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Rating: "Jesus is dying in my bed companion since birth in this estranging dirty lair, he never really lived, last night I beat Him as He would not let, my crazy old eye to Him as his scourged bloodstained body, I often rape him like nothing else. He curly like a fetus and paints his face with sadness now a fragment of remorse has incised, bandages his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ, but He is dead what can I do? He abandoned me, called mass, waits for me to follow him but now He is dead and with Him his prophecies, I bury Him not as an insult to your face as his corpse particularly despairs me, his cold rigid finger points where I have not been... from my house, a cage of rotten wood stumble away to place under the bush the bones moan, till the soil and grow closer the sun receives a blank stare, that cries knows my life is gone I have nothing more to offer but my flesh for this soil, and a single tear marks my final prayer, rosebud sits in the palm of your hand like a flower,
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06 Museum of Iscariot (07:41)
Jesus lies dying in my bed
Companions since birth...
in this stagnant dingy haunt
he never really lived.
Last night I beat him as he would not leave
My insane eyes stare at him as his welted body bleeds
Frequently I rape him as I know nothing else
He curls up like a fetus and paints his face with sadness
Now a fragment of remorse has etched
I bandage his wounds, I kiss the face of Jesus Christ but he is dead
What can I do?
You have forsaked me, called yourself messiah, expected me to follow
But now he is dead and his prophecies with him
I will bury him not as insult to your face
as I stare at his corpse one detail disturbs me
His cold stark finger points where I have not been...
From my house, a cage of rotten wood
I stumble forth to lay beneath the bush
withered bones groan,
I cultivate as the soil and I grow closer
The sun receives an empty gaze
it mourns
it knows my life is gone
No more to offer but my flesh to this soil
and a single tear marks my final prayer
a rosebud sits in the palm of your hand as I end
this flower
it blossoms
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