Saint at the Steak

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Rona Vee

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Disgraced, a binding sigil you traced
Around my feet and embraced me
An Inquistor that's dictating
My crimes for which I'm enchained

My pleads bring nothing but pain
In my cell I rot, go insane
Isolate from all while detained
Can't be freed and salvage my name

With ill-will and disdain they admonish me still
No remission of sin with admission of guilt
Protestations of innocence might get my killed
But the wages of wickedness carry great penalty
A break from the dogma must constitute heresy
I ask for the proof but they refuse to answer me
Just sporadic attacks until I'm left broke and staggering

Apparently, devilry - dwells in me
Pernicious entities
Entrapt in me leave by forced release
My public burning my remedy

If I vent my spleen they torture me
I stand accused of horrid things
Abhorrent deeds of violent means
Not unlike all of what they do to me

Disgraced, a binding sigil you traced
Around my feet and embraced me
An Inquistor that's dictating
My crimes for which I'm enchained

Baleful glares cast by the bailiff
The case against me became infamous
Despite the charges being baseless
So I prepare for what my fate is
Even if slated to die
I will meet whatever god may claim me
No fear for the afterlife

Like a phoenix from the ashes
My soul arises above the tragic
Barbaric practice of my captors
To take its place with the angelic
Damn the fantatics and the zealots
They can't know true divinity
I followed where my conscience led me
Even to the pyre of villiany.

Disgraced, a binding sigil you traced
Around my feet and embraced me
An Inquistor that's dictating
My crimes for which I'm enchained

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