Your soul calms
In warm palms
At rapture hear echos in chorus
To testament etch new psalms
You are a blasphemy
Twisted tongues lap clean the feet of sinner
Bring to knee
Simple is to submit and pretend free
Preen
In cage
In chapel entwine with me
Cast out the failure of days past
Drown in ocean of desire vast
When bottom met
Soak in wet
Pressure amassed
Suffer crushing weight of congregates fate
In prayer for savior, coming too late

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