I’ve done something awful
I’ve done something sick
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve done it
My heart is the desert, and my eyes are the sand in which it has sunk
I painted an incomplete picture
And served it as gospel
Like the seed among the thorns, never to prosper
Like the seed among the rocks
Trials come, and there’s no root
I am a masterpiece of disaster
I’ve painted a portrait of an angry God
And used it as gospel
I know no way back to truth
Except cut the roots
Tear the rot out
Child, where is your faith?
It’s in perfection...