The Fruits Will Be Poison
I would like to ask Christ
If he stayed with the shame
From hanging naked on the hill
Blood dripping from the rib
Because all the shame within
Hidden well behind my speech
After I rose on my third day from the abyss
A survivor of the devils deeds
Keeps stealing smiles from me
The feeling from within
Breaks the scales of the butcher's dream
Since sleeping with the wind
Empty stomach eating from bins
Selling empty promises for hip
A bid to atone my immediate sins
Needed more sin helping with breathing
And all the pride remaining in me
Had me screaming as life left me
Eloi Eloi why did you forsake me
But the prodigal son soon heed
And woke up quick on his heels
From his grave he clawed to feel the wind
Went to his father on his knees
Let a tear and begged for a drop to sip
By his father's hand he got redeemed
But still he kept it in him
A part of the streets and the spit
The shame stayed and is still relived
Maybe one day the devil will come for him
And he will pay his dues if he seeks peace
His soul is not well the love is lost to dreams
If he still carries the shame,
The preachers cannot pray for him
Christ I mean As for me
I will rot with the trees
And the plants that will grow on me
Will be bitter for what would have been
And the fruits from those trees
Will be poison for the shame I could not speak
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