A Celebration of Guilt

And it came again, like tears for a long lost friend Tears that find their rest And it came bearing gifts Of pain, frankincense, and her None had a home here, none but the pain Feel the fervor growing but the hate is stronger My heart was whole with

Stained by the wine A celebration guilt in ordinary time Profaneness enshrine, the abode of the blessed Abode of the blessed And we shall be the bearers Of the untainted darkness That descends for all time Let Mary sleep forever Sordid dreams, she mu

Sensations, curse me and my ways Force-feed me blind on empty days Today, my faith was lost again A grave was dug to mourn its loss And in this grave I keep my friends Loneliness, impure urges And the pain that only I can bring A mouthful of dust and

As the reasons came and went, and swept across The face of my innocence, I was lost. To know your face, and your true shade To feel your lips, and to be bade To praise the night, to praise my unknown faith Must I sure find a way? To infest the wound