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Cradle / Casket
Born on this kingdom of dirt,
Whom is my mistress that I serve.
Under the father of light I have yearned,
Tears that dried up, so that a candle may burn.
I’ve watched everyone loved, slowly die.
They waged their war through coursing lies.
An infancy of truth curates my faith to try.
Absolving the promises I never kept.
Precarious nights of discomfoted rest,
The intruding storm will take whatever is left.
The landlines of a spine supporting my soul,
Visiting landmarks of sins that I’ve sown.
Rest in peace tattoos pave the roads,
My skin has hardened as time will show.
I’ve been for a time and then said goodbye.
Became everything God is said to despise.
Until repentance was exhumed where grace abides.
Locked and chained within a casket of mistakes,
I was once a thief, easy to disclaim.
Its been a delicate trial for us to remain.
Justice will be served to the cradle of snakes.
Witness for yourself as I renew my own shape.
© neconomic
Whom is my mistress that I serve.
Under the father of light I have yearned,
Tears that dried up, so that a candle may burn.
I’ve watched everyone loved, slowly die.
They waged their war through coursing lies.
An infancy of truth curates my faith to try.
Absolving the promises I never kept.
Precarious nights of discomfoted rest,
The intruding storm will take whatever is left.
The landlines of a spine supporting my soul,
Visiting landmarks of sins that I’ve sown.
Rest in peace tattoos pave the roads,
My skin has hardened as time will show.
I’ve been for a time and then said goodbye.
Became everything God is said to despise.
Until repentance was exhumed where grace abides.
Locked and chained within a casket of mistakes,
I was once a thief, easy to disclaim.
Its been a delicate trial for us to remain.
Justice will be served to the cradle of snakes.
Witness for yourself as I renew my own shape.
© neconomic
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