Twin Bibles

You set the bar for my short arms

You've given me nothing and I couldn't ask for more

Filling my shoes with holy dust

Oh, I love you so

So, I asked you

Apparently, theres a nail inside of me

I know at least one of my fathers disagrees

And, I'm not the only one

Not the only son

 Broken bodies in the pew

Staring up at you

Knowing full well

That you know I am too

We're your sick children

And you're scared

Because if we're not your twin bibles

We're going to choke