The Plot Against My Love

I had to cut them off

They had me bought and sold

They plot against my loe with my fears in their hands

I climbred into bed with no will to refuse them

If for just one night

In my haste I had to cut them off my flesh

I bought our lives in bulk

Refused sacrifice

I would not concede with this damn curse that hinds my blood

I am lost when when my blood guides my hand and chooses to ignore

When my personal passover is a failure to discern an obvious liar

They write in anger that what they own is theirs, and they replace charity with a hollow gesture

They recruit angry fools to replace the old law that was handed down to them and fulfilled with their own sick and twisted games

They can be kept with little effort as no one checks but once a week

And only but a few will mke them turn their heads

They tithe as a purchase of right

As a pack of liars they set themselves as the standard, and put you in your place where you always belonged, but were too foolish to understand

Sub to their culture of pretenders in their white sheets that will sway easy to their will

I had to cut them off of my flesh, I had to separate the head from the body the way that I would any other serpent

Grown men told me tey loved me then disappeared

Grown men demanded apologies of me

None were given

But I've bit my tongue and checked my heart

I cut off my flesh and I conceded my fear to flee

I was left behind while our business took its seat in its rightful place

In the hearts of business men

I am lost

I was questioned and refused

I was given something you could say was a gift

But I do not

Free is cheap and what's cheap is tossed

It's what we are taught

And in that we have always trusted firm

I have faith that this promise will not be overturned