2.15.

Punk rock violence
is the sound of
silence
Amen to bleeding
lips that ask
for forgiveness
Tried to say a
prayer
but your voice is
filled with
dirt and gravel

Who am I?
Who are you?
Doesn’t really
matter

And I never really
cared if
Heaven were
to rain down
or if
Hell were to
freeze

As long as I got
my plastic Jesus
hanging from the
dashboard of my
car

I got a Saviour
to save me
from myself

Driving away
on half truths
highways
playing a
90’s mixtape
of
Amazing Grace
remakes

Sunset success
lays ahead
But I can’t look
back
in the mirror
there is a crack

On the streets
tempo beats
Replaying
sweet sounds

It was God’s
rhythmic melodies
and
Holy harmonies
that saved a
***** like
myself