Dont follow me down

I went to a graveyard 
And spoke about Jesus 
For 42 years 
I didn't do nothing 
Just hung around 
Headstones and slept 
with my boots on
Walked the earth shoeless
And kissed the sun weeping
Called out for someone 
But everyone was sleeping

Don’t follow me, 
now,
I'm on my way down.

For 42 years 
I wore other people's faces
I've killed in my dreams 
And ran through a desert 
There once was a man
But now it's a shadow 
There used to be a mountain
But now there's a valley
I've spat at the moon and 
Thrown out my cup
Been on a call to Jesus
But he just hung up
Held out both hands 
And felt nothing but silence
Opened my temples 
And in poured the violence 

Don’t follow me, 
now,
My time is over.

I've seen angels and demons
And demons are winning
Existed in prison 
With kids that are broken
Tried closing some doors
But there's too many open 
Seen a good child 
Alone in a rainbow 
Surrounded a clock 
But it's arms were too heavy 
Went into the gutter 
And saw myself bleeding 
Kissed a soul twice 
But the third is still pleading
Seen all the world 
But not seen within once 

Don't follow me, 
now,
The end is upon me.

Don’t follow me, 
now,
My time is over.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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