Mr fraud, this self-flagellation won't go far.
The thorns go in but they're not coming out again.
So let them see this self sacrifice.
Your head hung with shame, revel in that feeling, bask in your glory.
So willing to give it all up with your hands burned.
No one will see your heart shaped hole. your emptiness like a question.
Open like a cellar door.
Glowing like old ashes.
Keep your purity in the pit of your stomach, burn it with blessed water.
Choke it down on the taste of bad words
And just let the rest know the burden of your noose.