“So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain
Pink Floyd – Wish you were here
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?”
Let’s find out
Finally
What’s the Grand Finale
Would mean
For you
For me
Let’s see
I’m additcted
To crucifixions
Once not good enough
Must be though
Especially with love
Pain
Must be real
A real ordeal
Only maketh
You claim
Sometimes
The same
Mary Magdalene
But you’re not a material
For maternal
Saviour
Not at all
Not your goal
Ma Bellevue
Not your destiny
I see
You are able
Durable
Enough
To wash my feet
With your tears
Your hair like towel
It’s bluff
You’re in power
To make me
Repentant
For my sins
To force me shed
tears
That means
You don’t believe
In sins
And tears
It feels
Your trespasses
Encompases
Just some diversions
Transgressions
Experimentations
Cogitation
For better contemplation
Of life
NO STRIFE
And
No Blame
Mary Magdalene
Even behaving
INSANE
You seem
To stay
Away
From the dark
Side
Like Zvi Sabatai
NO SIN
NO BLAME
I want the same
But I can’t
I’m just a normal
Daily
Common
Messiah
Forgive me
My limitations
Please lead me
Into temptation
Keep seducing
Producing
Delivery
From
My
Evil