Evil Prayers

May your mouth be blessed for it is no worth

It has the taste of new roses and the taste of old earth

It has sucked on the dark juices

Of flowers and rushes

When it speaks one hearts as the unfaithfull sound of rushes

And this cruel ruby bloodied and all coldness

It's the last wound of jesus on the cross

May your soul be blessed for it is corruption complete

Proud emerald that has fallen onto the paving stones of the street

It's pride has mingled with the smells of mud

And I've just crushed into that glorious mud

On the paving stones or the street which is a path on the cross

The last thought of jesus on the cross

It's the last thought of jesus on the cross

Looking to the eyes of sin and sin your real self

The last thought of jesus on the cross