Blood On The Snare
I stab at the ethereal mask,
The cross slips to the side,
A question-mark forever... Amen.
Hanging on our walls,
Hanging in our homes,
Hanging around our necks,
It hangs us by our necks.
I will give you the rope
If you promise to swing...
A lifetime to unpick
The knots of the invisible worlds
of perpetual torture.
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