I burned.

I burned out.
I burned out bright,
I burned out bright,
But I believed I was a light.

I thought salvation lied within,
But it lies within His hands.
I chose to look at myself
In myself
While my flesh fell into hell.

I was not made to stand idly by.
I was not made to promote a false faith.
Yet I did.
I fooled myself.

Your light grows dim
Your sheep have lost a shepherd.
In exchange for a willing slaughter.
Slaughtered by their “love”.

Your ships can’t come to harbor if they’re all lost at sea.

My church is not a brand.
My christ is not a fashion fleeting away.