you wanted to see me burn? fine.

here’s the crucifix, here’s the witchhunt,
here’s the coal in my mouth and the matches
from the hands of a dead girl in the streets.

and don’t forget,
here’s the bullets in my cheek, 
triumphant eyes, terrible hands, 
deific blood on my fingertips,

are you happy? are you here or are you alive?
pick one.