i am tired, i am wretched
and my bones are made of drowning fish
unfit for the supper of Christ
with whom I shall suffer
the ailments of man
white worms ascend through my marrow
and sow rot into my contorted fingers
that will never again bear fruit
"reap"
i hear the voice of an unloving god
booming from behind a crescent moon
"reap that which has been sown into your flesh,
reap and be released"
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:00 AM UTC
i am tired, i am wretched
and my bones are made of drowning fish
unfit for the supper of Christ
with whom I shall suffer
the ailments of man
white worms ascend through my marrow
and sow rot into my contorted fingers
that will never again bear fruit
"reap"
i hear the voice of an unloving god
booming from behind a crescent moon
"reap that which has been sown into your flesh,
reap and be released"
