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We hold our concrete heads down that are as heavy as a Bible and we silently pray,

I cherish my last night on Earth while my angel, because of me, gets to selfishly stay.

We both traveled our own paths in life; we both wandered a different way,

While I was making believers out of deceivers, you were merely leading them astray.

I've stitched up my wounds but I'll never truly heal,

I hold you close for one last time but your toxic tears are all that I feel.

Tomorrow as the organ sings out my crescendo, in the midst of His glorying light, my true self I will magically reveal,

But today I clamorously enjoy my final meal.



You won't get punished, so go out there and commit yet another deadly sin,

You won't receive a reply, but for me pray to that God that you don't believe in.

Blindfold me, tie my bloody hands behind my back, and permanently lock me in my rusty Jesus cage,

You could write a book on my life and journeys, but history will scribble my existence on a single, mostly blank page.

I'll hold my hands out to each horizon and smile with open arms while you'll display a closed fist,

My last words flow freely in your eyes, catching the sunlight like a cathedral window as you force the tarnished stake in my wrist.

We walk for miles and finally arrive to the alabaster gate,

I carry the weight of the wooden cross on my shoulders and accept my unfair fate.



Looking back is not an option, knowing that I've already crossed the line,

As I take each step closer to my fatality, I hear you say "I love you" for one last time.



We hold our fragile Bibles low that are as hollow as our heads and gently kill,

I look at myself in the broken mirror and realize that there are so many wishes that I failed to fulfill.

The citizens are lined up with bullets in their guns and their fingers on the trigger ready to fire at will,

Place that crown of thorns on my head and watch the holy blood of Christ begin to perpetually spill.

I've confessed my sins but forgiven I'll never be,

I look at your face for one last time but the Devil is all that I see.

In memory of the Son of God, write a poem, spread the unspoken word, and plant a tree,

Tomorrow is just a rise of the Son away, but tonight come enjoy my Last Supper with me.



You'll never get caught, so go out there and cheat to win,

You'll never be allowed admittance, but for me pray to the Heavens that you won't believe in.

Rip out my heart, display my soul, and crush my dreams with your unlimited rage,

I see my life as Heaven on Earth, but you view this panic and poverty-stricken planet as merely your acting stage.

I'll look up to the sky to my future home and say "hello" to Our Father, who you believe doesn't exist,

My whispers glide freely in your ears, catching the sound like a deserted seashell, but you fail to believe the truth, you atrocious atheist.

We hike for days and finally come upon the pearly gate,

I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders, coming to a confrontation with my plotted fate.



Pushing rewind is not a choice, knowing that I can't turn back time,

As I slowly and painfully die on my deathbed that's in the same of a lowercase "t", I watch you wave goodbye for one last time.