My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner
If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"I vowed to protect you even at the cost of my own life and yet I failed you." I said as i looked agt the ground away from Yuuri I knew he would be merciful as he always is. "It's fine really." He said that to me and that was my cue to stand up from my kneeling postion. I did not deserve to serve him.
'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it
My Church offers no absolutes
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you—
I was born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.
I would do anything for his majesty I am devoted to him. "Don't call me Your majesty your my godfather after all." Yuuri said to me. "Yes yuuri.
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
"LIsten to me now I Conrart Weller am the knight to Yurri Shibuya." I said that while I got hit with another arrow his majesty was freaking out.