...Burn
the crown that speaks of faith
so the heart could
break free from the chains of
structured divinity and
decide who
the miracle maker
truly is
Bones turn brittle when
they're dry as
words turn into something else
when blood conceal the lies
We choose the sand over water
and hope for a
miracle when the choking becomes
too much to bear
Shame...
we all wanted to be fooled
so we could blame the
shadows under the
Sun...