Pt. 1

Upon my forehead’s carved my name,
Etched in blood and bone.
Though meant as shame this name’s my claim
To sainthood of my own.

You brand me WHORE and Mystery,
As Babylon The Great –
A motherhood through history
For harlots born in hate.

But what you see as horns and claws, 
And swear denotes the beast, 
Are righteous in their worthy cause
Against apostate priests.

For in these waters where I reign
And fornicate with kings,
This cup I fill with blood in vein
Cuts angels from their wings –

The hate you use to strip my skin
And burn my flesh with fire,
Instead reveals your shrouded sin
Beneath your fearful ire.

So look again and you will see
My name is not my own –
Yes cover me in blasphemy
Yet still you won’t atone.