Why don’t you head up north,
we’re doing to be alright.
even if they try,
we will be to hard to find.
i know you killed a man,
and ate him too.
But you are my true love,
with eyes that shine a baby blue.
even if those eyes are the ones of guilt,
and gluttony.
I know everything will be alright,
even now, we are in god’s hands.
and if he thinks it right,
you will be found guilty on the stand.
i will follow you,
and your eyes that are tainted and washed.
till the sun shines so bright,
I will be blinded so.
even if that means,
I will never see you through.
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Author:
Butter :3 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2026 19:46
- Comment from author about the poem: 22 :3. Inspired by the song -Anastasia- by Bad Religion.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Love blinds and gives power. Nicely written
Thank you, for turning your head and answering your heeds. Thank you for the read.
You are most welcome Butter
Butter, this is twisted in a way I mean as a compliment. Love, guilt, faith, and horror all sitting at the same table…yeah, this one lingered. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
:3 hi
oml this is so good keep going
Thank you so :3
npppppppp
That definitely does sound like bad religion.
Mostly the murder part tho
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