Pigmated fragments of colours fracture this mixture
As an anonymous tipster drains blood from these fixtures
I throw paint outside the frame to create pictures
It's my life, it shouldn't be written in scriptures
Radical hipsters rapture this fictual prison
They say they were born Jewish, were christened -
And indicted as Christian to take the time just to listen
As to what Jesus explained, how he was slain
How he saved baptists from dieing for pain
Now I'm crafted in shame, set to paint hate on a canvas
I stab the pages, exheuberatin' the ghosts I had shafted
The art class is an old friend, it was once a passion
The holes in the canvas bled red - entitled in past-tense
I buried the hatchet, only Jesus will find it
But the Christians will save me as the story gets silenced
Violens of violence, play where time went to die, an'
I'll get rejected from heaven...
...........................'Cause only demons break hymens

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Links: Walking On Water
I Need to be an Artist

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