You quote a preacher who preaches
In a language you wish you understood
Where the gaps are too far to cross
With a leap of shallow faith.
Buying words beyond your comprehension and selling meaning for prestige
Selling love for safety and safety for an even longer word
Sanctuary, a holy sacrament
Booty from this denied crusade
(As if raping the truth changes it.)
You hoard secrets with meanings you forgot to remember
Since it's more important to know than to care
Pretty accessories to decorate your pretty neck
Suffocating you with the anesthetic
You thought would carry you to sanctuary.
Killed by the morphine, the sugar in your already sweetened tea
That you need to choke down a creed too mutilated to swallow whole.
Picking around what tastes sour and skipping to desert and coffee
For your party of two
Your conscience and you
Choosing words that suit your appetite
Bloodthirsty and insatiable
Prostituted and paid in blood for sixty seconds of ecstasy
The last stop on your orgasmic power trip.
But the bliss will be lost in the blur of the morning after
Lost to a naked mangled scene of naked mangled bodies
And you'll remember that a lie is a sin
You, forcibly silenced by your own free will
You'll wish you'd had your voice.