Holy Water

Ev'ry morn you rise to

Baptize yourself with

Satan's holy water sweet

Where your soul once was

Lie deserts cut by rivers of blood

I cry out tearful words of love

Words of peace, despair, and wrath

I clasp your knees and plead

Do not torture me

Just today...

Let me breathe

Oh I can beg and I can plead

All falls on numb, deaf ears

You can tear me into broken shreds

With empty assurances that all is

Well, when it has never been

Not these past eighteen years and

Never will it be

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[Ed Hart]

and never will be