With The Strings That Are The Nerves… And The Veins… From His Own Arms…
How Wondrous The Sounds… Of The Agonies Made… By The Slicing And Dicing…
Down With The Lambs… Up With The Larks…
Run To The Beds, Children… Before It Gets Dark…
Around, Around The Sun We Go… As The Moon Goes Around Us…
We Do Not Die Of Death… We Die Of The Vertigo…
Run, Dying Breeds, Run… Like There’s No Time… And No Tomorrow…
Yet, We’re All Still Gonna Die One Way… Or Another… No Matter What…
And I Just Saw The Dead… Small And Great… Stand Before The God…
I Witnessed The Blood Of The Christ… Dripping On All Of Their Skins…
This Is Just Another Altar… Inside The Church… Of The Fears And The Pains…
Now, I Know Why Jesus Wept…
(c) Copyright 2016 Joseph Michael
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