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Polish the halos
Hide the stains
White robes walking through rivers of red
Clean hands preaching words they never bled
Pointing up with a knife behind their backs
Selling mercy in perfectly wrapped attacks
You draw the line, decide who’s damned
From towers built on stolen hands
You claim the light, you own the truth
But shadows bow and follow you
Saints don’t bleed, at least not on the floor
They wash their sins behind locked doors
They speak of love, they sharpen teeth
Say they’re holy ‘cause saints don’t bleed
Saints don’t bleed, they never fall
They judge from thrones above us all
If purity means never seeing
The blood you spill, then keep believing
Halo cracked but painted gold
Same old lies, just louder told
You fear the dirt beneath your skin
So you burn the proof and call it sin
Hands held high, eyes looking down
You pray for peace, you feed the hounds
If heaven’s built on who you crush
Then I’ll rot free in honest dust
Saints don’t bleed, at least not on the floor
They wash their sins behind locked doors
They speak of love, they sharpen teeth
Say they’re holy ‘cause saints don’t bleed
Saints don’t bleed, they never fall
They judge from thrones above us all
If purity means never seeing
The blood you spill, then keep believing
Who decides?
WHO DECIDES?
Who’s clean?
WHO LIES?
If saints don’t bleed—
WHO PAID THE PRICE?
I trust the scars I can see
More than crowns that promise me
If your god needs blood to stay pure
Then your god is not my cure
Saints don’t bleed, they just erase
Every sin from their own face
They call it faith, they call it law
I call it fear dressed up as god
Saints don’t bleed, so they pretend
That the line was never crossed
If holiness means spotless hands
Then mine are honest at the cost
Saints don’t bleed—
But we do.