Perjury, perjury,
You lay your head on my breast and I breathe your words,
I exhale your foul meanderings upon guilty and innocent alike,
Yet, I stand in judgment over the sinner as my vile tongue
Spouts your insanities as though they were judicious wisdoms.
Purjury, purjury,
I am the judge, but I'm the judger, but I'm the judged,
You are the Sinless to be sinned upon, sinned against
by my own judgements and pronouncements of guilt,
I am a fool, assaulted by my own folly; the victim of my own judgment.
Purgery, purgery,
You change me. You soften my heart with love.
You make me what I could be, even though I'm not.
All of the guilt I pronounced to others was pronounced upon me,
But You absolve me of those crimes; You purge me of my iniquitus judging.
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One of your best yet. I love it.
ReplyDeleteBut what is "Purjury" in part the second?
It's progressive mis-spelling from perjury as it declines into purgery. It's a wee bit abstract, I know. :)
ReplyDeleteOoh, a progressive mis-spelling? I didn't think of that. I like it.
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