Priest of Lies (from Lachrymose)
I keep my tears in a bottle
On the window sill in the sun.
I take them into my veins
To hold the past
And dissolve the present:
To damn the hope that lies to me.
I cannot afford peace
In a universe full of you,
Priest of Lies.
October, 2004
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