Zealot (writers cut)

My friend the Zealot              
shot me with a pellet              
angry as I didn’t bow my head just right              
during this implosion              
and the batteries corrosion              
we couldn’t read the gospel              
cause hell   I didn’t have the light      
so I asked the pastor              
after this disaster              
how do you get the cathedral to shine so bright              
he looked me in the eye              
said it would be fine              
a tithe they would collect              
to commit my crime              
and I said              
forgive me, forgive me again and again  

My friend the pimp walked with a limp

collecting the money they made last night

all the whores on the south end kiss his ring

she said give me the money

I’ll give you the honey

smiled and winked said everything will be alright

I went to tell my sister

who was busy lancing a blister

when she finally got it her husband pulled his gun and shot

I know it’s a nick

but I definitely got hit

now it’s either my leg or soul that’ll rot

and I said forgive me forgive me again and again

my friend the other doesn’t look like me

doesn’t pray like I do when he’s down on his knees

I looked at him said he needed to change

I found it odd he said the same

we argued and argued till I pulled my gun

turns out it was him I needed to shun

what did i do where has this led

forgive me forgive he’s nothing but dead

forgive me forgive me again and again