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Taste the Spite
by Pendrop Poet
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I wear the bloody F upon my chest
My Scarlet rune
Letter maroon
Call me names, compassion id bereft
I sealed my tomb
It'll be over soon
Every piece of me has an element of tragedy
Heresy poured over me
And you can taste the spite
Damnation is the perfect spice
It's the flavor of this atheistic
bisexual abomination
Existing in this Christian nation
I'm a freak
I'm a fuck
I'm a faggot
Free of faith
And this fucking muck
It's fucking tragic
That you give a shit
Bout who has or hasn't
Asked God who they should fuck
You fucking catholic
And it's me
I'm the problem
Having issues
And choose to solve them
Our personal choices
Are your hill to die on
Crucify me on the mount of Zion
Hang me high, reaching to the sky
Upon the Stonewall
Judge me sinning
Like the best of them all
I'm in good company
No matter how I fall
I'll land with people like me
And you can call God
To ask her who's at fault
And the crowd nods
At the madness Creeping up in the fraud
At the damning of those beyond their walls
In synch they fall
You're all small
I wear the bloody F upon my chest
My Scarlet rune
Letter maroon
Call me names, compassion id bereft
I sealed my tomb
It'll be over soon
Every piece of me has an element of tragedy
Heresy poured over me
And you can taste the spite
Damnation is the perfect spice
It's the flavor of this atheistic
bisexual abomination
Existing in this Christian nation
I'm a freak
I'm a fuck
I'm a faggot
Free of faith
And this fucking muck
It's fucking tragic
That you give a shit
Bout who has or hasn't
Asked God who they should fuck
You fucking catholic
And it's me
I'm the problem
Having issues
And choose to solve them
Our personal choices
Are your hill to die on
Crucify me on the mount of Zion
Hang me high, reaching to the sky
Upon the Stonewall
Judge me sinning
Like the best of them all
I'm in good company
No matter how I fall
I'll land with people like me
And you can call God
To ask her who's at fault
And the crowd nods
At the madness Creeping up in the fraud
At the damning of those beyond their walls
In synch they fall
You're all small
