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