Thirst

There was gossip There were pleas There were rumors of meaning in meaningless things Widows readied their marital beds Litters of bastards gnawed at your breast The filthy are first to be showered in love The world's gone mad We dress them in furs As they travel the Earth Saints wear rags You blessed our home, we took you in But you had come to a place where the plague had been It burrowed into your graces and airs It took your queen, it hawked your wares The stoic are first to be covered in shit And life goes on But when it don't anymore I'll see you in hell where I am God God damn it, wait They don't love you like I do But I don't know you like them They don't love you like I do They love you better, I know you best Every hostile deed is your death It's not mine Every hostile deed is your death It's not mine