Phemiec - The gods must be lying

^BbThere’s a boy here lying qu^Fiet in my ^Amshadow like a pr^Gayer ^Bbhe drips from every an^Fgle into co^Amlours that I we^Gar ^Bbhe wanders like an sa^Fint on predato^Amry pilgrimag^Ge with a gr^Bbimace and a l^Fimp he puts his wr^Amist against my cart^Gilage and I^Bb could separat^Fe these bones, ^AmI could pack them in^Gto prose, o^Bbr I could hold a ca^Fncer in my so^Amul until it ov^Gerflows, but t^Bbhere is only b^Foy and breath, ^Amgentle handprints on my c^Ghest. ^Bbmouthing little dar^Fling, deepest, lo^Amveliest of sac^Grilege. This ^Bbboy o^Ff fi^Amlth, ^Ghe’s ^Bbborn o^Ff G^Amods,^Ghe.. c^Bblutches ^Fat my f^Amlaws, h^Ge ^Bbdrags me f^From my h^Amoloc^Gaust.. he t^Bbakes m^Fy l^Amimbs, ^Ghe w^Bbraps them ar^Found h^Amim,h^Ge.. ^Bbtakes my s^Fhake a^Amnd takes my si^Gck and fee^Bbds me br^Fead and th^Amen… these ^Bbviolent wall eyed ^Fdreams that mite thei^Amr way into my f^Gear of me and ^Bbmine these wines and s^Fugars in my b^Amlood they mutter “^GTake your claws and cl^Bbimb the inch of e^Fvery pale moon l^Amove, you once swore y^Gou’d pay nev^Bbermind.” When I am o^Fn the side of y^Amou, I’d say my g^Gods were alw^D#ays ly^Bbing

^BbThere’s a girl pacing around me, ^Fproselytizing pa^Amrasite. Her s^Bbick, acidic lo^Fgic ridicul^Ames the ancient r^Gite. and w^Bbhen her teeth break u^Fp on me like ^Amtiny cliffs of c^Ghalk, I c^Bbrash into her c^Fanyon, lick the i^Amnjuries she lik^Ges to mock. And I^Bb could cut her d^Fown to size, It’s h^Amalf as hard as co^Gmpromise, or I^Bb could watch a b^Flind sleepwalker cr^Ameep all sweet and ^Gnone-the-wise, but ^Bbthere is only g^Firl and g^Amrin, cu^Grling up und^D#er my skin, ^Bbpicture you and ^FI forgetting ^Amwhy we let the o^Gther in. ^BbThis judge ^Fof wh^Amat, s^Ghe’s ^Bbborn o^Ff ^Ammud,s^Ghe ^Bbanswers t^Fo no bl^Amood,sh^Ge ^Bbwill not l^Fet me c^Amhew the ^Gcud. She s^Bbpits a^Fnd s^Amwells,s^Ghe ^Bbwears her ^Fwretched ^Amwell,s^Ghe

h^Bbolds my s^Foul with ^Amtaxes, t^Golls, a^Bbnd takes i^Ft straight ^Amto hell...^G these v^Bbiolent wall eyed d^Freams that mite their^Am way into my fe^Gar of me and m^Bbine these wines and s^Fugars in my b^Amlood they mutter “^GTake your claws and cl^Bbimb the inch of^F every rotten ha^Amte, I once swore "I’d^G pay nevermi^Bbnd!” When I am o^Fn the side of y^Amou, you’d say yo^Gur law was a^D#lways ^Bblying. ^BbMy Gods, t^D#hey must b^Bbe lying. Lying…