Christ said our tongues were to be our swords,
but I honestly preferred a scalpel.
I mean, he said it was cool.

and make hands...
because the physician is at work.

for i speak to his name
for his name
of his name.

and all the wounds of
Silence will scream
until the hurt perish;
like sizzling flesh.

and what of wound's death ?
shall it be made undone ?
therefore health ?
a scar to remember,
and a scar to bare:
the marker of how many
times we have become
healed ?

time will truely tell all and heal all.