The Heretic

Meaningless effort
Comparing your life to a setting sun
The parallels lost on anyone
Whose had a hand
In weaving the lattice
Concealing the source of the plaintive cries
Building the myth of a parasite

The heretic breaks out
I'm starting to feel like God is dead
Clemency's absence can fuck with your head
What can you do without a grasp on a brighter point of view
Each day, I pray for restitute

Habeas Corpus
Is going the way of the buffalo
It's ashened remains leave a faded glow
With little use
Garnering tarnished
Refracted portrayals of an honest kind
Set through the lense of a gimlet eye

The heretic breaks out
I'm starting to feel like God is dead
Clemency's absence can fuck with your head
What can you do without a grasp on a brighter point of view
Each day, I pray for restitute



Credits
Writer(s): Dustin James
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