heart povera
blessed rope
gallows for an old iron bell
and ageing pope
and if god on earth can’t live forever
i shouldn’t hope
oh blessed virgin
i’ve tried to find you down every tunnel
and fruitless thrown
my soul at those you’ve never known
my sole possession in this world
my bruised and broken bleeding soul
my soul you never battered back
and if god on earth can’t live forever
i’m still on track
so blessed rope
if i one last time attempt to pull
and knoll the bell
and taunt the bull
then break this heart
and close this eye
for if one must live to die
i will
and if judgment ever comes
to chant
then judge me, judge me
because i shan't