7H - Need

Wings, i feel wings

Like the semen of god on my face

Here is the proof of his love in my life

Stuck like a whore in his brothel of light

Bio-constellations of chastity in white

They saturate my voice to influence my choice

Enigmatic shards of a crystallized sky

They gave me every reason for feeling blue

Faith, i lose faith

To the empty remains of the cross

Now i am chained to this circus of death in vain

Praying to the emptiness for a mockery of pain

Cursed be ye for sowing all this dying

Your prophecies will burn for all their lying

Oblivion still reigns upon your chosen

It’s sad to see them run to meet the fallen

They’re still bleeding from your killing