Dante’s Truth

Oft times I made my lover cry
It was like hell believed in heaven
I watched the heathen break his bread
When the blood began to talk
I knew that I had left my mind
All I saw
Stank of urine
I’m in a hell
Those others made so well
I don’t believe in heaven
On a train that goes to church
Reading Psalms
Eating lemons
I taste her tears
Digest my hate
Wrench my heart
It is unleavened
Once a man
Fallen from God
Now I’m just a Daemon

© 2006, Mosquitobyte