bloody steeple

 

Bloody steeple

 

You stood at your corner, outside of your church,

I watched from afar, my sweet, my love,

As the rain came falling, strait down on your head,

I watched as my heart, and heaven, bled.

 

The tiny red drops, did fall on your head,

And drip’ed they down, into your hair,

 And fall’ed they did onto your lips,

And off of your lips, down into hell.

 

The blood it fell faster, and covered your face,

And smudged you’re bright pants, with oily sin,

And fell from the heavens to ring out my neck,

For even the steeple shone crimson in blood.