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[Prison Priest]

They called me the man with the blood of Christ honesty

But tonight I drink with heathens and the finest of our blasphemies

In wine there’s truth but in silence there’s surrender

A screaming for the silence in stunned suspicious terror

Built a temple in my life and used God to seal the pillars

After twenty years of fighting young heretics and killers

I watch my temple fall to pieces at the first signs of oncoming weather

Fell to my knees like Jesus in the cave, knew I would die

But my lips could only; I am not your son, so why have you forsaken me?

There’s a hole in my heart but it just makes me unholy

Crucified that night and walked away with alter-egos

Like the prison priest who preached his dead and buried gospel

While my faith is in ruins my duty breathes strong

I’m a parrot in a cage saying prayers to belong to a textbook

Of my crying, lying, dying history; a time so full of life that I was anything but me

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