No passifying
In this corner

So go cry
Why don,t you

Are his sins so great to justify the harm?

Are your hands so clean and white to
Ridicule; alarm?

Was your time so wisely spent
To spew your words of hate?

Will your judgment passify
the hurt that you create?

Is your throne so golden
To stand above the rest?

Do you feel a victory
To shame, to crush, to jest?

Do your means enthrall the lack
of something you hold dear?

Does your “court of justice” claim
support of comrades who live here?

Did you think before you tied
The knot upon the noose?

Do the stains upon your soul
Justify your truth?

If you can answer “yes” to these,
I shall kiss your feet alone
For you started the trial
Fanned the flames
The conclusions, you shall own.

If you cannot answer “yes” to these,
You’d best leave well enough, alone
Abandon reckless disregard,
And abdicate your drones.

Puckered like your sweet and sour apple agitation
drowned down by your wine turned vinegar libation
armed with a guilt-driven sorry that topples nations
made clean of ****** hands bleached self-justification

today is the day that I give it all away
when tomorrow is today I will pray and I will say
if fate is this path, then from this path I will stray

sometimes in lies we often find the truth
sometimes in opinion we often find the proof
sometimes you're only intimate when you're most aloof
every time you watch the clock you feel the loss of youth

today is the day that I gave it all away
when tomorrow is today I will pray and I will say
until yesterday is tomorrow and today is a week from may

don't try and passify, invalidate and spin
don't hesitate, pontificate and everybody wins
don't just focus on the obvious
it's not just me so it must be us
i'll wait in the car, don't make a fuss
until yesterday is tomorrow and today is a bust

Dear, gentle Hunter
You cried when you killed me
Your desperation I see,
Battling the kindness in your eyes.

Dear, gentle Hunter
You lay your hand on me
Softening my fear with your touch
Your need was greater than mine.

Dear, gentle Hunter
You pulled the arrow from my side
To passify my pain
Your love of the world showing plain.

Dear, gentle Hunter
You looked for a fawn before you shot
Thinking of the children of your own
The winter would take them if not for me

Dear, gentle Hunter
You took everything you could,
Nothing would be wasted
Your gratitude obvious

Dear, gentle Hunter
I willingly give you myself
Let me give you the peace of knowing
I have the serenity of my worth

Why do I sit here lurking as a predator for his prey? Lord, when shalt night turn to day, and wine filleth this emptied soul? No false commandments, no entrampments, just leathers of hers and mines skin. Glossy eyed kids!

Two ******* I may layeth this wearied head upon, wherein wild beat psalms and psalterys light the mark! Passify me thou buried amongst women, for everythings been taken, just crumbs to be left. Digest!!!!! I can't more swallow, for now is ending sorrow of a trophy not had!!!!

Why do I sit here lurking as a predator for his prey? Lord, when shalt night turn to day, and wine filleth this emptied soul? No false commandments, no entrampments, just leathers of hers and mines skin. Glossy eyed kids!

Two ******* I may layeth this wearied head upon, wherein wild beat psalms and psalterys light the mark! Passify me thou buried amongst women, for everythings been taken, just crumbs to be left. Digest!!!!! I can't more swallow, for now is ending sorrow of a trophy not had!!!!

The unrighteous seek the words to passify their guilt and find peace driving it away with their actions.

The righteous seek the word to acknowledge thier guilt and wash it away with repentence and find peace.