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And I
Fragile bones, aching arms, broken dreams Speaking flaws, am I to die in shame? Will you not speak of me good deeds, nor my dry days Stone me says thee? Hold yourself not, for as your eyes are free of sin? A dry heat consumes your thirst, and suddenly your bloodcells burst You speak unclear, and to make matters worse you loose judgment Yet you rule your tounge over me as if I were not a man of free will I too have feet that I may walk A mouth, that I may speak Eyes that pave the secrets of others, spies they are, I lurk high A shattered star fell on me It sang broken bar blues Sober? Out of the question, who am I to interrogate such mass Bright as the sun in flames Life is spelled out right from the firey mass of burning gases A pain begins to trouble my lower rib The pain is growing, and I feel the hands of the sun caressing my flesh Burning flesh is the scent that fills my chambers And I slept, for I awoke a new body All was bright-white Not a single spot of dust, dead skin I had wings, yet on my feet I went about I looked down into the world, an angel A warrior of God, with a sword sharper than the razor of a titanium blade For my spear was next to my heart I awoke, next to some odd man, whom claimed he was my way And I spoke outlloud " Jesus is the way, the only way" Amen
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