You do me one, I'll do you worse
Not even Christ could lift the curse
Living lucifer might burn your church
You crucified your ****** birth

Digging up shallow graves from
The days past, however many bones
Laid to rest in hollow holes
And covered with tainted memories

Trudging through a swampy mold
Black and blurry faces being told
Cast your sins in metal gold
Behold your Idol, still smoldering

Holding on to callous woes
The wart is becoming tumorous
Bleed it out into a bowl
And drink up your deliverance.

Feel
The
Rapture
Of
Being
Alive

Do you believe in
Synchronicity?
Like the time you
Doubted in your mind
The existence of such
Frivolous things, but
The moment you stopped
To look at the clock,
God spoke to you

Your touch sets my surface aflame
Nervous signals flashing
Fingers searching for a purpose
Steaming furnace requires spoking
Radiation heats our home
With ancient bodies, glowing coals
Fading colors fuming red
Forming drops of salty liquid
Pours from porous epidermis
Falling down from heavens forces
Pulsing, throbbing, pressure rises
Reaching to God, fulfilled desires

Grain by grain the sand
Fell through the sieve
You slipped through my hands
Your belief faltered

The pile stacked against you
No perceivable escape
This land becomes your tomb
Your body upon the alter

Ready to make the sacrifice
Nothing is gained if absent
Blood is mankind's truest vice,
But ink is the authors