Divinity

Worship the ground you walk on
Just to avoid getting left behind
Or turned victim
To your scornful eye
Is this love?
Divine

You sweat sick through the night
With me by your side
Use your teeth
To rip into me
And I'll forgive you by morning

Collecting things you don't need
And loyal followers
Oh honey, don't you forget about me
Pinned to your wall
A trophy.



Credits
Writer(s): Dirk Johnson
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