The story of my redemption is written in blood,
flames and dark gelatinous light just smeared
On everyone I abandonedmeaning you.
My darling, every beauty cannot pass,
in this heart will let it fade,
Because we are the stuff from which God comes,
Pure suffering, the gift we give each soul
to us in the dungeon of the world
Thumb screws, man traps, the pit and pendulum.
Confession? More ritual than rationale
darkness for the law that crunches love.
Law works so hard to pass away, blind belief
In levers which cannot be turned without
angels we no longer trust, who hate
The flesh were made of, the blood that carries life.
Conceived in sin, our fellowship is sin,
very matter tortured by itself,
Our family of clay and shit, true spit.
Dear mother, when the laser light comes down
surgically remove the sheep from goats,
When many who cry, Lord, Lord! are cast into
The darkness, when the first are last and the last
finally first, I dont believe you will know me,
The DNA incinerated, lost
Like yesterdays broadcasts, ephemeral,
to the broiler, beef and blood,
A rumor of war I never watched or fought.