Franks Enemy Torturer
Things I've assembled To be torn apart It seems the essence This lava in my heart The same old story Handed by a woman and a snake Jokes about purgatory Seems a long wait One more day with the torturer One more day with the torturer Love is a mask Donned by many things Fighting juggernauts Destroying everything A life of retreat With its outstretched hand Slapped down by me That rule-playing man One more day with the torturer One more day with the torturer One more day with the torturer One more day with the torturer Wrinkles where there were pimples Grey and gone hair in my brown Soon I will be muzzled Soon I will die down Years between me and God's face As fleeting as dust and smoke Every day be good in this place If only for the hope
