Fools and Grace
Skylights are the only thing keeping me high, running with fools and drunken cowards by the river side.

I don’t notice my life changing in a blink, waves swallow me as my body slowly sinks.

We are the falling stars that’ll crumble to dust against a wall, drying up into specks of waste when we hear a moral call.

Drapes of life lay me on the riverbed, alone, unnoticed by the ones who grind their heavy bones.

Breaths of salvation kiss my lips, my back bleeds from their earthly whips.

Lungs turned to stone and fire, the arenas cheer while swords rip my flesh, the nods of buyers.

Fed to the starving giant called depression, brimstone cracks while crosses echo their cryptic sessions.

A light doesn’t matter if I cannot hear the call, banging my fists against iron bars of a steel wall.

Save me from the inner pain of sin, are you the one destined of David’s kin?

Strapped and torn while the crows pick my brain, the hangman severs my neck to end the pain.

Where I read and sing, people slowly follow, knowing I cannot be worthy is a drink I can hardly swallow.

Watch the stars fall from grace, each condemned lash breaks against my face.

This home of black rock burns a flame, were we fools who wish they could make a change?

The swords and grins behead all who kneel, loss of life rotates like a cycling wheel.

I am not worth this heavenly deed, axes chop away the tree while rain buries its seed.

Bloodied hands and feet lay twisted, dragging me towards hell, he insisted.

Wait, my dear father I am sorry, hands corral my feet to stand against death’s army.

Words in mouth and warmth at hand, slay my body but weep when I kiss your sandals on the sand.

Pierce my flesh with steel and metal points, crack the bones and rip them from my joints.

My tears water the ground while goodness spreads, the tree now mightier than what the doubtful said.

I am but a servant weary and starved, heads and souls witness the love that’s been carved.

I have said what must be sung, the night covers the day while I am quietly hung.

Family do not be sad of how I came to end, all believers die when he descends.

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