Composites slit open stills reeling my veins into your corpse
I can’t keep you alive- I’m drained .
Iris shot from blank gun
I sit on this coffin
You lay on the ground laughing
I sacrifice who I am
You reach for the wrong god.
I pray as I reach for His thorns
I feel His hands they grasp for my own
I know you feel me
You call my name
What is left as you make whole again
But do they see the great sacrafice you have made
That I have bled for thiere mastakes?
I am divided
The beggar claims a martars case.
The wisdom is granted for a wolf in a sheeps cape.
As we wait the trial and jury of his fate.
With nothing left but crowns and thread
Look to the King
To be brought your life again.