Vapid plastic whore
Chokes the mind
Mistaken virtue as a
Vice
This suffering is
Deliberate
It's how she knows
She's alive
Upon her neck she
Wears a cross
A cross to burn
A man atones for his
Sin, he builds an
Altar
A locus formed where
Poison swarmed
Since the provenance
It's the catalyst, erect
The narcissists plight
Upon that structure is
A cross
A cross to burn
This withering light
The glorious night
The altar of bone
Upon you all
I see a cross
A cross to burn