Saturday, May 9, 2009

Sing hymns of forgiveness


Turn up your psalms,
They caught you red handed.
They see what you are,
Your face has been branded.

The mark of sacrifice
Slapped across your face,
Screams how your saviour
Is left a discrace.


Your shadows grow claws
And imaginary fangs,
Lips ooze with the blood;
You're going insane.

No one to save you,
Except your own faith.
I'll uselessly pray
That you will be safe.


Sing hymns of forgivness
I doubt they'll hear.
They don't care who you are,
Only what you fear.

1 comment:

  1. the picture is incredible
    and i think this may be one of my favourties

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