Yeah those were the days. But I've changed my ways since then. I have found faith, but you, you're all the same all dripping wet with sin... I watch you sleep, you seem at peace. Your pretty lips are even smilin'. Why does the fact that you're a whore hurt me more than it hurts you? This is going to hurt us both but we'll be closer because of what we've gone through. You're like that eve bitch. What could one little apple hurt. Right? Keep talking, with every step you're just walking towards the light. What exactly got into your fucking head to make you expect a fair deal 'cause it's a lie. The only God given birthright you have is your right to fucking die. Of course this existence follows a grand design, but what makes you think he owes you any answers? This world owes you nothing bitch! He gave you life, gave you flesh, gave you free will to fuck it up as you wish. I've bled for your sins. Now it's time for you to bleed from mine... It's time for you to get your first taste of the divine. Where are your smartass comebacks now? One day this world will be clean. Look at you, regurgitating bile on yourself. You even fail at vomiting. Tainted from birth because your parents felt that they were above an immaculate conception. Couldn't your whore of a mom do it the old fashioned way: Getting impregnated by a fucked up angel with a virgin fetish? I know the blood is on my hands, but I'm not the one to blame anymore. I'm just doing God's work... It ain't my fault the good lord hates whores.