A Cross to Burn - Sixes

Vapid plastic whore

Chokes the mind

Mistaken virtue as a

Vice

This suffering is

Deliberate

It’s how she knows

She’s alive

Upon her neck she

Wears a cross

A cross to burn

A man atones for his

Sin, he builds an

Altar

A locus formed where

Poison swarmed

Since the provenance

It’s the catalyst, erect

The narcissists plight

Upon that structure is

A cross

A cross to burn

This withering light

The glorious night

The altar of bone

Upon you all

I see a cross

A cross to burn