die here
so you are clear
not to take the side of fear
but to grip to the point of love
rushing through your chest
as you think of how blessed
this test might have been too meta
bet ah I'm on the way
traffic blocking my lane
I'll knock it around with my brain
till it's all flowing the same
down the stream, our shame drains
the great place stays in place
without fading into grace
seeing through the games you play
tracing it back to that day
taking out my lost ways
tasting many faiths
without finding a place
dave calls me from his thrown of disgrace
against the ways held in place
what did I sayeth
your mass grave awaiteth
your haste
slow down to the sound of sound
vibrating unbound
grounding this ground on to my crown
earned through what I don't deserve
too faithful to get curved
I'm sticking to what you heard
are spears flying passed your herd
on the way to murder the One in the last place
but I stand tall in faith and take them all on my shoulder
I don't know how long I can hold her
maybe if I'm a little bolder
naw you are bound
to be sold with her
don't fall for her curves
she selling them all for her lunch
hunger eating at her stomach
needing something more than murder
cover the covers with others
taking fathers
taking sons for thunder
scared of what slumbers
in the crumbling lumber
forward to take the sword
needed to have a nerve
and not have to jump at every turn
the runner is chasing the service
to the end of bliss
stretching that wish into a grin
men can look at without sin
shifting our need to something else
deeply in need of help
for the self who only sees it's self
then endless stress
will finish this mess
guess you've seen blood
flooding the torn
I don't know anymore
but forward
I wonder
can you get DoorDash here
I don't know, talk to the seer
stalking behind the bleachers
who says he wouldn't want to be her
as he cuts her throat to bleed 'er
stepping back to admire his work
he let it slip
it is fun to feed sir
I step to his side
hold his hand tight
let go of my pride
and loved him
no lie
he slams the knife into my side
coughing up blood he looks deep in my eyes
love is not my type
I would rather see you die
the blood dripping from his chin
I grabbed his arm and pulled on him
he twists the knife deeper inside
I finally pulled him into my arms with a hug
that's right
his hand slips from the hilt
on to father time
he closes his eyes
for the first time in weeks
I whisper see
love isn't so hard to find
then he starts to cry
why are you sad my light
step back and except your sight
as he opens his eyes
to the pure white light
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