Crucifixion
Sneaky ears flying day and night
Nosy eyes with conjured wings for flight
A fair young maiden, believing that it's right
Was lured by taint gold to cross the light
I was but a young moth learning how to fly
When the blight of knowledge struck me up and high
Every stool pigeon in promise of a dime
Labored in cahoots to sink the boat in time
Then the younger blood at the luster of dime
Sold his soul to the ghoul like a lurking slime
The poor wandering soul that committed no crime
Was fed to the trolls for an ocean of dime
Then the old maiden, knowing that it was wrong
Wrapped her mouth in silence, not wanting to sing a song
For the rain of glitter was too much to resist
Young Judas and the crows were all gathered to feast
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