a golden cross is dangling

right above your breasts

the metaphor´s direct

and easy to digest

excesses in disguise

all the extravagance

and seventy times seven

means a second chance

the other day a man

showed me a crucifix

the number of religion

is still six six six

surrounded by the symbols

of iniquity

i have been trained

to preach about eternity

i crumble but i need to fall

just like saigon

i need to make out with

patricia morrison

the crucial crossroad

will have to emerge one day

it´s my way or the highway

and that is Your way

LARZ GUSTAFSSON    August 28, 2009