WIDOW'S VEIL

WIDOW'S VEIL
Rape the beauty,
condemn it to ash.
Chained to agony,
My spirit crumbles
as the flesh of a leper.

I plant my seed
between the legs of the w***e.
She'll birth sin in her suffering,
as the virgin wails in sorrow.

In regret I weep,
My cracked lips whisper prayers,
as I adorn him with my crown of thorn.
Crimson flows with each strike of the nail.
Pierce the flesh of the Holy.

Cover my blank weeping eyes,
shroud them in a veil of black.
This w***e becomes the widow.
My sorrow cloaks beauty in ash.
COPYRIGHT 2009: MATT THOMPSON