Serving the faith. Abduction the oath. It lie in wait for the offering. . Religion is old. For drawing the young. Purity withers and dies. Never return to the ones that provided.
A long time ago I never knew myself. Then the memory. Of shame birthed its gift.. No more. The small one, the weak one, the frightened one.. Running from beatings, deflating. I'm becoming more.
Sunlight warms my face. It's hard to take in. An overwhelming grace. From the way that I live. So close to you. I feel so ashamed. This must be new. 'cause I've fallen again.
Can you feel it building?. Can you feel it building?. Can you feel it building?. Can you feel it building?. . Can you feel it building?. Devastation is on the way.
I never saw whatever it was. That came and hit me from behind. Then I awoke enraged and confused. How could I have been so blind. . Life's escaping, don't pretend.
Go. . Seems like only yesterday the dream became so clear. All was possible and God it felt so near. So I suffered and I bled, I truly did believe. Years have come and gone, but just where has it brought me.