The Maranatha
Being only man,
Waiting till I die is hard
More than it is long
I walk razor sharp
On the edge of true belief
Bruised with impatience
In a double world
Of sinister partitions
And a squalid mask
Judas has come back
Again in each lukewarm saint
His coming pushed back
I keep but one faith
One longing decrees my will
For the jasper gate
But look, the false throng
Their ancient pretense cuddling
In tensed rituals
So I sag with it
My bleeding feet on the edge
Of the flaming sword
Welcome, just me in
Let me see the primal tree
Shield me from their sin
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