Choir boy

Break my little Bleached bones
The devil’s tax–casket loans
Father Sinner atones
For his tithing flesh – blood wet
White robes rent with regret
On my knees, a halo shone
Don’t tell sister, pet
Opening wide my purity moans
A new choir boy drones
In my own dulcet tones
Of chaos well met

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