Hang on St Chirstopher: A Miserere Tale
By Vanilla Punk
https://medium.com/@Dr.Docasoul/what-is-my-art-7406b5011858
Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil,
For He was only mortal and a lost soul,
Strayed away from his path.
Hang on St. Christopher with a barrelhouse dog 1:
A tale of not one but two’s miserere
Sharing a same bond and the same soul, gardening in the black fruit grove.
World was burning but only in eachother they confide
But the butcher was caught in the fish weir too deep, Struggling to be free from the chains of his past and present. It was suffocating, He was screaming and struggling inside, Why can Noone hear him? Was there really no way to unshackles these bonds that has tied him to the depths of hell?
He is breathing really hard, Can’t you hear?
He is dieing, Can’t you see?
Hang on St. Christopher now don't let me go 2:
The angel takes a back seat. He takes his 750 Norton and the devil rides.The devil has taken over, intoxicated and dangerous
“Tonight we consume destruction,Tonight we stop for no sense to take over,
We ride till we destroy ourselves, We ride till we never come back
Not only the World but even tonight God has forsaken me. There is nothing left. Only dust we leave behind tonight”
Hang on St. Christopher with the hammer to the floor 3:
“Out of all the outcomes Why have you chosen a path where we see your end? Brother”
“I was there too, with you. I too was damned. I too was staring at the depths of hell”
But he was shackled too deep. He tried to cut himself loose but instead he hurt himself. His hands are mutated by the constant struggling of his escape. Hes given up.
That moment where he gave in, that moment where linearity can’t be reversed.
It was done.
Hang on St. Christopher on the passenger side 4:
Playing in a loop of his brother’s demise. Again and Again for eternity. A man without what was lost. Recollecting his life and damned by their actions. A confinemnet of all those thoughts gnawing into his skin and his body. He is numb.
“We are all born in our father’s sin. Through life and death we must endure them. You left me here while you chose to ride to the depths of hell.
If you chose death, dear brother, Then I must choose life.
For I live for the both of us. While you died for the both of us”