Tantalizing torment, remember the feel of your hands in mine. Flesh upon flesh, if you don't let go, we can fly.
This inner torment does not bow or break for any of your gods. Or your spineless magic fingers, probing someone elses's mind, sticky fingered greedy alien demons of darkness. There is no room any longer for you in my heart, insipid shallow shadows of humanity, depraved and forever damned. You, not I, alone in this vicious cycle of heat and hate. Take it somewhere else, take it away. Once inflamed, now sedated. Once a city on a hill, now burned to ash. But I still believe in the ressurection power of the Holy Ghost. This SHALL NOT RISE UP A SECOND TIME, in the name of Jesus.
Unholy. In chains. Crying, screaming upon demand. Yet sparkling within. Laughing with each break of my bones, sparkles in my eyes with every humiliation of my restless heart. Oh Lord. Save Your people, how much longer can we lie in this malevolent darkness, bitterness surrounds, supressing every heartbeat. Every breath a forcible LIE. Get back, people of hatred, your empty, mechanical eyes boring into mine, similar to laser beams in the dark of night.
My bruises and wounds may be physically incurable, my blood stopped into stay. But I have the power of the Holy Ghost on the inside, and you? You are not even human anymore. Depart from me, you agents and chohorts, workers of darkness. You are not worthy of my time. Do YOU under-stand? -_^