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Scars left from teeth bared
Sunken deep in tender flesh,
Pointed ears casting a drooping shadow
On your empty bed.
Silent screams echo in your head,
Mongrel creatures claw over your body.
Blood drips from open wounds.
Who has visited on this dark day?
Who has given the fateful command
To demons and devils,
Legions of rebels,
Wanting only to cast the last straw?
My name is in his pitiful memory.
My shadow clings to his body.
My spirit is trapped in his hand.
Remember the challenge,
Dread the day,
When all will be turned
Upside down
And inside out.
A lion will roar,
From the top of the mountain.
A lamb will lay down,
In peace, with no treachery.
Resurrect myself,
Through the points of light
Shooting through the dirt,
Through my fingertips.
Yes, I know,
No-man’s land is no place
For optimism or happy talk.
My house is covered with tears,
Falling from the sky.
My God reigns—I can’t deny it.
But he is yours and theirs, too.
Everyone can accept the invitation.
Come as you are,
And drink plentifully
Of the river of life.
Yes, you. Whoever you are.
You are welcome.
Like laughing, spending time together, trusted family members, dad and mom, aunt and uncle, brother and sister, niece and nephew. Closed to completion, adventures galore, camping and swimming, croquet and cornhole. Life in love. Making up for lost time, lost years, lost words. Missing persons. Death and disease. Life has taken its toll, life and death and then life again.
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I never thought we’d come to this place—
You and me on opposing sides, in a race
Against time, against each other, against freedom.
Never thought I’d be fighting a brother in the kingdom.
Sometimes, I get confused about all the issues.
Hold it now, I need a box of tissues.
Life has taught me to be true to those
Close to me, who’d give me the clothes off their back.
Maybe if we try to make this moment count,
Dig in, and give it all we’ve got.
Can you see the light coming at you now?
Don’t leave me here to just fester and rot!
You mean a lot to me, I wish you could
Accept that simple truth as a fact.
Let’s do the right thing, like eating your favorite food.
It feels good, even to be caught in the act.
Everything we learned yesterday doesn’t come
To mean a thing without love.
Every heart we’ve broke just feels like some
Kind of putting our head in a stove.
But you and me, we’ve been around the block.
We know the rules, and the pain, there’s no going back.
It’s not too late to correct yourself.
Just put those lies on the back shelf.
Hear me say, it’s not the same thing
As going on the first date.
Going steady makes me irate.
Take off like a big spring
That’s all I got, so take it or leave it!
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Wishing for a prick from a rose.
A simple thorn on a living stick.
A crying form, a tenuous flick.
Close your eyes and sing a song.
Prove me right, though I am wrong.
From the top of my pointed head
To the end of my bony toes.