In these hands I hold this weight,
the burden of your ever lost soul
reluctant I have held through the night
as I watch the growing holes.
Melodrama, now and for sure
reluctant in this blessed allure
but I held the tools
as they stole my heart
turning man into machine.
Flesh bearing out this fool
believing as I am man made art
and making myself forget what has been.
It is blood that shaped my bearing
and blood that hearkened this forgiving
as I look north and stare into the mind
of the one who would steal my heart
perpetuating this horror show maligning
and eating those who respond in kind
but it is You who divide and cleave.
You that spoke this all into being
and the Author of my final reprive.
I'm ready to face the being I am
and bearing this beam
carry wood and stone
and pass through fire and dreams
and feel the endless wind as it is blown
casting me towards this future,
one of hope and rapture.
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