Pittura Infamante - Girls Names

Taken to bury a past

And nailed, the lid, down shut

No choice to be a last

How can I avert these eyes?

With no firmament ahead

The end pulls strong

A Cross erodes

Reveals future ghosts

But are we truly dead

Hung upside down on show?

And when all of this is set in stone

Can we wash away our guilt

With sin and denial?

Come back to worship the skin

The mind distorts the purest thoughts

The body has retained

When Calvary is a heart

Living as denial The end pulls strong