The Artist and the AntiChrist
Tapping on the fallen limbs,
They sit, their faces smeared.
Fallen is the beast that swears
The beast that aims to dye.
Dyed in chrome, beginnings end.
Her name is Kristen san.
Blue she paints the crimson tears,
In Spirit Green, the night.
Tabernacle of talents,
To God, by Adonai,
Spoke the painted rocks in gold.
Gold the Sun. Silver, Moon.
Dies of hate. "Oh, God!" they weep.
His name was Tristen kun.
To halt hatred and violence, we pray:
Our father who art in heaven,
hollowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thou will be done here on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
Lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from evil.
In God Alone We Trust
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