Oh Lord I shall not whisper of the sights you've showed me
Your humble servant bides, his time
Carried by the winds of death to face my maker
I know now that haven, is mine
I walk the soiled path
Moon above me cut in half
Shake the mountains, stir the sea
I, have come-to-let-you-see
Dawn to dusk
Suffocating, naked, but for rust
Blind, of all lies
Saltrubbed eyes
I draw and burn the circle in the sand at midnight
Evoking friends not known, to man
Born-by-none
Outcast of
Dirt-and-death
Leaving you
Soul-stained-black
Painting my face
A deity grace
Saltrubbed eyes
Losing my
Soul-and-sight
Howl at
False prophecies
Drenching the land
Drunk by the sand
Holy God of grace and lies
I never walked the path
Saltrubbed eyes from blasphemy
And yet I'm still alive
Oh Lord I barely see the sights of joy you show me
But, your humble servant bides - his time
I long once more to see the burning portal
All covers up with pearls, so white.
