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.
Aug 5, 2020
Aug 5, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC
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.
