Jon Brooks - Felix Culpa

You came to me late, Jameson's on our breathe
Easy in laugh, easier in fishnets
You came to me when I had nothing but debts
You came to me when I believed in nothing but morning

You brought Milton's Satan and I brought Berdyaev
O, you mourned for dead values some Catholics still have
And you came to me with your Felix Culpa
You came when I needed so much more than just one more morning

You said Milton said Satan could not come clean
'Cause all Fallen Angels, they can't be redeemed
In this light, Satan had no choice but to scheme
His way out of Hell in to God's new earthly morning

So we jumped Eden's Gates like two unchurched Priests
We slithered and swore like ambiguous beasts
Poor Eve had no choice but be banished out East
The snake compelled her with language and lust that morning

You said, Evil was God's greatest gift to the Free
And Charity and Mercy both corollary
Of tasting the Fruit of your Forbidden Tree
Salty with sweat, salty in the morning

Then I felt the earth groan for all Super 8 dives
I let out a sigh for ten thousand sad wives
Temptation and sin more naked than knives
I hated you like, I hated you like Monday morning

I thought of John Milton of Chaos and Abyss
I thought of my wife the simple Truth I had missed
My hands on your neck, I squeezed and I hissed
Under bleeding moonlight and neon succumbing to morning

I got in my car not knowing where to next
Said a prayer for all readers in want of context
I looked at my phone it was buzzing a text
The time was 6 o'clock in the morning