Fake Rosary

Fake Rosary - DrasticDzastr I held you like a promise Before I knew your name was fear You kissed my forehead every Sunday While whispering hell into my ears You dressed yourself in white forgiveness Painted grace across your face But underneath your powdered smile There was nothing left but shame I memorized your every sermon Bent my knees until they bled Called your chains a holy burden Built my home inside your head Your church bells never sounded sacred They only taught me how to shake You sold obedience as freedom Then blamed the ones you couldn't break I wrapped my hands around your silence Watched your scriptures lose their breath Every lie looked strangely beautiful The moment it accepted death Your fake rosary Your fake church Your fake religion You thought you worshipped love But you bowed before the god of fear Grip your rosary tighter Like it will somehow save you You never knew You were holding The devil The knife was never made of steel It was truth without apology Every confession carved another wound Into your theology The blood that covered both my hands Was every frightened child you owned Every soul you taught to hate itself Every heart you left alone I smiled Not because I loved destruction Because I watched the prison die The preacher lost his borrowed thunder The pulpit cracked beneath its weight The sermon finally met the silence It had deserved to face Communion tasted different now No fear inside the wine or bread Only strangers calling strangers family Instead of living half dead No more buying heaven No more renting grace No more wearing borrowed holiness Like painted makeup on a faithless face You dressed control as righteousness You painted greed as sacrifice You called your cage salvation Then charged admission to paradise Your fake rosary Your fake church Your fake religion You called it love But every prayer was bargaining with fear Grip your rosary tighter Watch it crumble in your hands Love was never hiding there I buried you beneath the steeple Where your shadow used to stand And from your ashes rose no kingdom Only open hands No walls No throne No frightened children No holy market built on shame Only forgiveness without payment Only mercy without chains Only questions without punishment Only love that knows your name I never murdered God I buried the counterfeit And for the first time The bells Sounded beautiful