St. Peter's crucifixtion, proclaimed a fallacy
Opens the flood gates of aeortal stigmatas,
moving to tears
The lost shoulders of lonely shepards
the last-picked sport lady weeps lakes on the verranda
And stakes all the winnings on a love she can't prove
To have another chance
I told everyone the wrong love
I asked, when blind to what precious treasure I had before me
for what sounded good at the movies
Phonies, all of you!
What procedure is required to untune me of you
for knowing and not having breaks slowly
breaks slowly, breaks slowly