Catholic Guilt from Catholic Guilt by Rory Strong

Father Campbell, looking regal in a cassock.
Oh Julia, do you think that you could keep a secret?
Last night I saw something move in the casket.
Even next to your body, all of my prayers become selfish.

Fentanyl patch, stuck to your back make you sicker.
We are what we are - in the dark, shapes getting thinner.
When the weather betrays you, kept the house warm that whole winter.
And some holy night I hope to wake you up for your dinner.

You say you don’t want to die.
Guess God had a different plan for your time.
You say you’re not ready to die.
But you’ll send me a message, if you can, from the other side.

Carry you out on a stretcher.
Ambulance, become my neighbor.
How can I trust someone I love to a stranger?
I was someone you love, become a stranger.

• Folk
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