The earth it is dry
The lips mute
The eyes blind
Lovers of letters
Words fell on deaf ears
Take out my hand
The heart it is cold
The soul wracks against a ribcage
The one I offered so much freedom to
It is hungry and it weeps
The moisture is clammy on my skin
But my mind protested
I am right
My Lord knows
He know it for sure
He know the insides of my heart are pure
Yes He knows
I dream of the blessed days
To catch up with Him
Eyes closed. Mind numb.
My heart it melts in an inferno only He could create
His month arrives like an operation of the emergency kind
Like a flat field where there's nowhere to hide from the truth
So that a believer may find Him
Even the careless stumble upon His way
My footsteps falter at His doorstep
My head it bows in defeat
I am helpless to my shame
Regretted never taking His name
Every fibre of my being supplicates to the almighty
Fill my mind with a humbleness that is a dying art
Fill my heart with a loyalty so strong it cannot be watered down
My Lord fill my lap with righteousness so I don't leave you empty
As the month it nears to an end
I bid farewell consoling my heart it has been sealed
Praying it sewn tight enough to last longer than before
I look ahead prepared for another test
And just when I start to fail beyond repair
Your month comes around again
Like an operation of the emergency kind
Breathing life into the walking dead
Save me before I am lost for sure
Arrogance it purges on my skin
Pride licks at the edges
I am ugly with sins threatening to swallow me whole
They chew on my balancing scales
Attempting to plunge me overboard
Suicide or ****** I can't tell the difference