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The Seventh Day.

Am I talking to Jesus?
Am I talking to myself?
Is my mind in pieces?
could I need some help?

It's lonely in this space,
where echoes are my replies.
I won't read the bible
cause everybody lies.

I don't believe in angels,
oh, no, not after you.
You showed me the damage
that beauty can do.

I'll eat your body
if you will drink my blood.
I'll be your sacrament,
be your kingdom come.
and by the seventh day
you'll almost believe in God.

I don't wait on miracles
so I don't waste any time.
Why name the voices in my head?
I think they're all mine.

I was dressed up in white,
I was baptized in water.
I'll never wear white again,
don't tell my father.

I'll eat your body
if you will drink my blood.
I'll be your sacrament,
be your kingdom come,
and by the seventh day
you'll almost believe in God.

close your eyes, genuflect
you should show some respect
for what you're about to get.

holy day of obligation,
a religion for the nation
sex, love, and adoration.

I'll eat your body
if you will drink my blood.
I'll be your sacrament,
be your kingdom come.
and by the seventh day
you'll almost believe in God.
Written by CaityCat
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