Virginia (18/4/07)
It was if anyone could do it….
hair trigger hosannas to the empty faces,
tis an old death I used to know.
He stands erect, now…a gun in hand,
a litany of dry bloodied tears longs since dried.
A chorus of the dead lies before him now,
Was he the least bit happy that he got his revenge?
Here our those empty eyes now…
the familiar gleam of the alienation,
We tried so so hard to be the king of the heap,
Into the heart of hell we gladly sacrificed ourselves,
Heres to the submission to their accusations.
Was there anyone of you worthy to be my savior? I’d think not…
For amidst the perfection of it all
lies the same song of the same pains & torment,
the same fear of imperfection to be revealed to all,
tis the blackened fruits of our own condemnation.
Was it many years ago that I too walked the line?
the fine balance between self control and total madness?
Was it the sealing of the fate that I was to die in the dark,
and not found the people that loved me the most?
Did you all care for me at all when I was dead?
The former corpse that used to walk by you?
The very same fool that was reborn in His grace…
the million fold victory that killed the hate within?
Here now..I present my case,
where like the boy I would have been doomed,
this now, is the the path I take,
A strength against the fire now, a life that ’s not my own,
Into the light of Christ I walk… seconds ticking to the ultimate crescendo,
Open forth now! Into my Fathers grace you shall enter!
No more is the absoluteness of grief and law,
Into the Blessed light you shall enter!
Be reborn into the newness against all that is dead!