You’re my unsung masterpiece
The complete antithesis of me
A place to dwell this side of eternity
An isolated shake of death’s cruel embrace
My soul weaves, like lattice lace,
Open stitch without a pattern to trace.
These life orders are stacked so tall, like
An empty abyss from Adam’s Fall.
A sinister snake who fooled us all to leave us in pitfalls.
A burden we must bear until our bodies rise to the divine,
Oh, how your blood is sweeter than wine,
Father let us drink deep to pass the time,
to ease the suffering of our minds.
I constantly weigh the cost when I’m casting my lots,
Iscariot’s silver leaves me lost,
When I gamble at the foot of the cross.