Ross Hoey X. devant le Sacré Coeur I am one of those bowed at your feet offering gold, offering crowns handing you the world arms outstretched asking what more can I give you look dead ahead accepting none of my gifts in a church you became Jesus in a painted city I was on my knees before you I left haunted by the obsession I felt I had to shake it off I have to shake you off you’re a blackhole a tornado I am being hurled around against my will like an addict afraid of going cold turkey I crave only that poison which is killing me I’ll always give you up tomorrow but stay with me tonight
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