Created in the image of God,
yet possessing the greatest resemblance
to a disease
So rapidly eradicating beauty,
in a nose dive and accelerating
Wound gouged in this planet side
that just won’t fucking heal
A home that’s better off without us
Mother erase the memory
Track Name: Circles
scream about concern for my salvation,
but can such a living contradiction
make it into heaven?
Deafened by your own voice,
staring at the sun,
along the lines of that divide
you keep trudging on.
A figure shaped by sharpened tongues,
given strength but not direction
Staring at the sun,
walking in a blinding light… dazed, wasted
Way beyond 40 years walking in circles.
The meek may have washed your feet-
but the dirt’s still dripping from your mouth.
Slaves may have washed your feet-
but the bloods still dripping from your hands
No kingdom to inherit.
Burnt offerings wont save your spirit