“Repent” they say
“Beg” they claim
For forgiveness of a sinful heart that we did not receive
By our own hand
But we are forced to grasp
And suffer and go on, and return to nothing
All of not our will
But
“Repent” they say
“Beg” they claim
And we seek and we pray and we suffer
And we hope and we cry out
And the mother loses a son
And the father loses a wife
All of not their will
But
“Repent” they say
“Beg” they claim
And I sit here amongst the images of decaying children
And scarred landforms
I watch as we turn to our brother and sister
And stab them in the back with
Eyes lit with smiles of deceit
And they are dying
But they are praying
And they are (still) dying
And he is watching
And he is waiting
For what?
A mystery to humanity
But
“Repent” I say
“Beg” I claim
To the holy figure and statue of justice
Who feeds us love but watch as we hate
And he needs our hands of forgiveness
As much as we need his,
Because we are fighting our spirits
And we are holding onto blind faith
And we are standing amidst our loved ones
Blood drenched and hollow
and he is watching
and he is waiting
and they are preaching
and we are crying
and nothing’s changing
So repent for your sin of allowing sin
And beg for the mercy of mothers hollowed and scarred
And the ones who see with a 3rd eye hidden
Watch as we look upon ourselves as the source of all suffering,
A horrid misconstrued perception of the truth

-a.s-
{7:56pm}