Craftsmanship of God
Lift me upon this sunshine
dig me out after all that has happened
i am the true enemy of my own creation
truth above lie and i am the king of tears.
Understand me like i am to burst in words,
I'm full of smell i can take you out with one breath
once i have held this sword it was yours
that my friend is what friends are for.
Your throne will be mine one day,
you will fall and i will rise from the ashes,
stop me now or the world will know,
who i am is a craftsmanship of God.
I was made from pottery and glazed with fortune
i am breakable but on that table we all sit
as one we all believe we will all die together
under this roof nothing can take us down.
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