I give you everlasting life.
You hated life
The wages of sin is death
You conquered death
Suicide by cyanide.
I stood at the door and knocked
You don’t answer.
I walked in
I find you in the oven.
And you saw me and smiled.
And you laughed
And gave me roses.
I don’t understand.
I’m not loved by all people
But those who do love me, serve
With their minds bodies and souls
I love you. I love even you.
Take my hand.
Don’t turn away.
Please.
You can’t live by dread alone.
Alone.
You shrug your shoulders.
You’ll figure it out.
Or you could trust me.
Blessed are the meek
You quiver and stand weak
I will carry your yoke
You don’t have to choke.
Drink, child, from my fountain
You will never thirst again.
Put down your bloody wine.
Spill it like my vital liquid
Which ran down a splintered tree.
I’m sowing seeds
You’re growing weeds
If that in your rocky heart.
I’m sewing wounds
You’re cutting anew,
Such a pretty white
Wrists you had-
I have scars too.
I stand at the door and knock
You didn’t answer.
I knock the dust from my sandals,
And go forward
To heed my true child’s prayer.
You hated life
The wages of sin is death
You conquered death
Suicide by cyanide.
I stood at the door and knocked
You don’t answer.
I walked in
I find you in the oven.
And you saw me and smiled.
And you laughed
And gave me roses.
I don’t understand.
I’m not loved by all people
But those who do love me, serve
With their minds bodies and souls
I love you. I love even you.
Take my hand.
Don’t turn away.
Please.
You can’t live by dread alone.
Alone.
You shrug your shoulders.
You’ll figure it out.
Or you could trust me.
Blessed are the meek
You quiver and stand weak
I will carry your yoke
You don’t have to choke.
Drink, child, from my fountain
You will never thirst again.
Put down your bloody wine.
Spill it like my vital liquid
Which ran down a splintered tree.
I’m sowing seeds
You’re growing weeds
If that in your rocky heart.
I’m sewing wounds
You’re cutting anew,
Such a pretty white
Wrists you had-
I have scars too.
I stand at the door and knock
You didn’t answer.
I knock the dust from my sandals,
And go forward
To heed my true child’s prayer.

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