Canister

Tape entry number one

I'm lost between deciding a machete, a gun

A petrol canister, a knife, or a club

Whichever way it's done, I'm getting locked up

I spent a few hours last night praying to stars but none of them come

My mind couldn't change the Father, so I hope to God that His son sees

Because I've felt that I've drowned in water despite how the Sun beams

Some see clearly but I just feel like I'm uneven

But fuck it, if I smother this home in Holy Water & see how the Sun breathes

Flames decorating the wood beams

It could be that your end is brought by your own ease

Death secured by the home that secured you once before

Charcoal body embodies the floor

The pictures that depict everybody you thought

To hold dearest, the ones you loved or those who grow nearest

My love will grow fierce

Tell me whats thicker

The blood or the dumb bitch that

Thought it'd be a good idea to poke sticks at

The person who'd have traversed to the edge of this Earth

A person who stood amidst all the grit you dispersed

And all the shit that you had to give, you just relentlessly hurt

Him, so now it's murder, murder

Let your sins fall victim to this oil that burns ya

And if you ever plead for mercy or forgiveness from this burning

Just remember every word and everything you did's deserving

Of bottomless pits, Heaven was never meant for burdens

So as I walk across the lawn

A lamppost glows in the distance to forbid the dawn

An orange light flows upon the hand that has the canister drawn

And in my mind I tell myself I'm ready for war

Like Alexander the Great or lesser greats who never made it in songs...

 

I inhale the air around me

It's astounding just how much a few seconds count and

I wish I had a thousand

Because I know in the future I'll just recount this

How much I'll hate myself for burning down your house

But a trick with courage is just pushing yourself beyond return

So if you stick on the verge of lunging deeper into murder

Everything will just relieve you of its purpose

And if you go back then, life will be a circle

A victim to a rebel til it swings and you've returned

So this is tape entry number two

Tape number one foretold what's to come, this one'll see you

So I happen upon your front door

I ponder on whether to come forth

Knock twice or walk around the corner towards

The entry confined by your dumb porch

It leaves me an obstacle that's soon rendered obsolete

I only have to climb some feet

And then an open window only serves to prevents retreat

I seize the opportunity to climb within and the canister I tossed beneath

My ears sink into a pit of silence that speaks louder

Than anyone would ever think, my hands grip around the

Hook of the canister I had tipped against the widest

Wall that supported a Crucifix

The son of God's arms spread out like wings amidst the brewing pit

My head sunk toward my chest, I must confess I'm due to sin

But nobody, you or Him can stop me from going through with it

I don't intend to wake so I decorate your floorboards

Oil spills towards the wood served up within your halls

It only took me a few minutes til I was finished

I make my way out the same entrance that served as your sentence

But first I must strike the match against the box

And so I do for a flame to latch upon

For only it to be tossed

And let me tell you that there's nothing more pure or sweeter

Than a fire that soars within halls, to just be breathing

Down previously painted walls and then the screaming

Pleading for mercy and not even the Crucifix could halt the Demons

I make my way back to my car, and I'm setting on off

In the rear view I can still hear you

You didn't scream my name, plead to God as it neared you

The flames cleansed your body in Lucifer's light

The kiss of death blessed over you as the Sun grew through the night

And the orange helm cast over the room I ignited

I'm sorry to say God is merciful and I'm just a tyrant

So pay your penance with him and maybe I will in time...