Oh, pinch my bones
Oh, pinch them hard
Through all that pain
I will be becoming one with God.

From the high horse of morality is hard to see
The ordinary people and the ordinary lies
So close
Yet so far
You need to get off to see us
With the price so high
You are trapped inside your mask.

Not as good, not as bad of a person
We can see you even without the candlelight
Something shiny tied in a silken cloth
A change to throw at the dogs
A one use wipe for after the meal
You don't have to fast.

Do you want to live forever?
Begging for a little death
Stop your breathing for a second
Religious while using all of your venus
It won't get you off the horse
It will lift your spirit even higher
Closer to God
But you already know that.

Strong among the weaklings
That's the only strength you can rely on
Take the last drop of gold from my bowl
For a blessing that I didn't ask for
The apple tree in the garden of the church
Isn't yours
It belongs to everyone.

But you took upon yourself the privilege
To pinch my bones
To pinch them hard
At least I will get closer to God.

© Juliet Jeyn