bloom

i gave up every moral i have known

i was the thief crucified beside the messiah

spitting insults from my nails

i hate you for what you have done

and i will gladly bend my knee 

and pray before

my savior; a

noose

and on my grave

my black soul will bloom

in all it’s wretchedness

these flowers will wilt

and the mass will fade

as i burn in hell