Wrap a tape around your fractured soul,
Your wine is spilling on the floor.
You're painting the white marble red,
It'll be quick, I say, you'll see no gore.

Leave your cloak and daggers at the door,
A dead man doesn't need protection.
No, you're just an innocent,
I'd like to add to my collection.

Your linen doesn't hide your crimes,
I'll speak in church, and I will lie.
Father may be deaf, not blind.
Cross my heart and hope you die.

These silver bells are tolling felony,
Tears running through your lungs.
Step on the ladder, twist your neck,
Hanging from these treacherous rungs.

These walls are closing in on me,
The cross is turning upside down.
Serrated black in my peripherals.
In a sea of sins, you drown.

Your holy water can't cleanse my soul,
Nor heaven badger me for truth.
Veracity a timely crime,
Save the courage for the confession booth.

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I AM BACK! Did cha miss me??

Well I just wanted to thank lap of you for the support you have shown to Epiphanies and I know that this success, I owe to my readers...

I have recently published a new Haiku poetry book called Napalm Skies and I would loveee if you all go check it out! (Only if you want to, no pressure xD)
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he_Macabre_DarkLord _fallenpoet_ -louvres