When his feet were drenched in perfume
And toweled up in long brown long brown locks
The universe was groaning inward
And pregnant with desire for the eschaton
Me, I think I’ll stand to wait…
The road is more hazardous than I bargained
Let my bones grow holy…
Mark me with the Sacrifice
All I need is to find my station, call the Spirit to mend my will
All it takes is one drop of Crimson and I’m crawling up that hill
If I let the wolves lick my wounds
Will I roam nights howling at moons?
Take me from this witching hour…
Drench me in baptismal waters…
When the sky cracks and all is made new
I want to dump my own bottle on the feet That bled for me
I don’t want to be another messenger of death I just want
Love
Joy
Peace
(and yes) A little bit of rest
I got this fever burning up the goodness in my gut
I am just a man of many sins walking through the mud…
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