“That is then, this is now”, that old anthem
I find that my heart demands.
So where are we to go, what is the purpose if we are above all of this.
Oh if we are dead to this, to the world at arms, if we are not liars.
I would just keep lying.
Move with the means you have possible
or find yourself lost in all your words.
I'm dead to the love of the pitch, and to the word that which has given me life.
Oh if we are dead to this, to the world at arms, if we are not liars.
I was
Lacking compassion
Quick to Violence
Slow to forgiveness
Failing my Children
Lying through my teeth
Dead in my own skin
That.
I will just keep moving.
I am
Fallen short of grace
Ready for this fight
Done with a numb heart
Done with a dull tongue
Done with all my fears
Done will all yours the same.
Nothing more
Ready.
I am this.
Here is the salt and the light
that I long to taste without my flesh in tow.
I am this.
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