So apparently I’m a good writer when I’m high, what do you guys think?
THE SCRIPTURES OF A FALLEN SAINT
The feeling inside will damn my soul to a body of pain.
A body you’ve given me and a mind you’ve alone become the mother of.
The rebirth of a god that envies the love of a human.
I have scars to remind me of the pain you gave me,
and the diary to remind me of my past life as a Saint.
I am Saint Damian, and you? You’re the angel of the lost and forgotten.
Born again into a human mind, a human body, and a soul of something greater.
Only we can recreate the memories of the last life,
Where you, the goddess of our last world, and I the saint to lead the lost,
passed through death into a world of madness and equality.
Only to die and be born again as saints and angels once more
To relieve the sins of the city of the dammed.