Cut The Noose (Suffer for sinners, not self proclaimed saints).

Cut the noose,

The gallows give.

How many months

Have you been

Strung up like this?

Two souls, one love

The other unknown -

Lust or affection,

But something further

From True North,

The magnetic pull of

Faith's direction.

Martyr, Sinner -

Hangmen are never

Victims in innocence,

But I've paid my penance;

It was always mine,

But I can't hang

For your crimes too.

Not when you won't

Admit the truth.

Two souls burden,

More than a man can bear;

But you know,

I would die for you.

To this day,

As the rope unfurls

And my body is taken

Wrapped in bandit

Shrouds, dirty, drab, gray.

If I had two lives,

One, it would be yours,

I know you don't

Believe me, that's ok.

I'm a liar, thief and

Fool and ashamed,

But not of this.

The crimes locked

In your indifferent lips,

My execution kiss.

Cut me down,

Over and over,

With inciting,

Hurtful words.

I would hang,

For your sins,

But not the

Paltry whims

Of a self

Proclaimed

Saint.