Cobwebs Are Useless for Clothing


Through the wires we can see
A portrait filling up her eyes
Wires singe purity
Singing softly on that beast
As to not awake its' lashing tongue
Sing unto purity
She's hurt her feelings
Now she cries
"Where's my friend, Tylenol?"
Medicate loss of purity
Among the graves she meets death
And shatters the mirror she once loved
Reflection of purity

Powerless, no control
Apparitions have defiled

Angels, pray for her
She knows not what she does

Then the angels carried her away
Into the desert, to a secret place
Where she could be healed
By the one they call Jesus, the savior of mankind
He would not allow her to be named after Babylon
The mother of prostitutes

Those who receive the sacrifice of love
Shall not perish but will inherit the earth
I shall seek the kingdom of heaven

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