Stack up. Second man, remember to cover right
and keep your elbow out
so third doesn't catch the door
swinging back on hinges.

Here comes the rock
1
2
3
and the rush.

I've come here to do business tonight,
business with that personal devil
on his aching throne.

Memories to sift through
experiences to re-live
and renounce.

One can't simply shoot
at a conception that needs
to die.

And here I come again,
pushing through wreckage
and half formed nightmares
wailing at the sky.

"I have come, in spite of myself,
to practice the acts of forgiveness
upon you who have stolen so much."

You who have subverted my love
and my hope
and my faith.

You who burned into me your belief
that everything and everyone
has a price.

You that made me into less than a man,
who corrupted my heart
and taught me to laugh at Love as folly.

For these sins I forgive you my Father
not for your sake
but for my own.

All that I have done and not done
as a result of believing you
is over. Ex Nihilo

Here is my sword,
ill used.
Here is my horse,
lame and ******.
Here is my lance,
splintered.
Here is my armour,
rusted and heavy.

Take back these things given unto me
I have no need of them
on this new journey.

I go now,
with or without
she whom I love,
to create beautiful things,
to bring light and peace,
to be a true human being,
to live my own life
rather than trying to atone
for yours.