I fucked the rubicon, and crossed myself Below the water, skin deep on the western side baptised under the guise of spiritual health the priest had lied when I reached the hill they called my name beckoned me to lay down in the river grave water tip tapping at my brain they would kneel, and I would pray the incense dripped off the bodies in a pleasant light together we washed the sins away I opened up to pour out how I felt water rushed in, my words engulfed all roads led to the river we moaned in atonement with the tides we all came to the rubicon but left alone