Walking With the Dead

Although I am here before you, as a man put on trial, I feel anything but blessed. I stand before your kingdom, guilty of defiling your sacred temple. Buried in shame, swamped in sin Physically living, yet spiritually dead To others, I could be hailed a conqueror of nations, But in your presence, I am merely a slave that is enslaved by his bestial brutishness. As gushes of impulsivity cripple my weary mind, I feel as if I am drowning, losing control. Sinking to the bottom, into the abyss I go. Oh, heavenly one, Grant me the guiding light, the iron might, to forge ahead Do not forsake me, cursed and blind, walking among the dead