"Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever.
Amen."
--Matthew 6:9-13
--- Cruel ---
by hemlocke
I cry and cry out but You do not hear
and i'm frozen and lost and not sure what to do
my feet ache, voice hurts, hands're covered in goo,
body's frozen to the floor, unable to move
I watch as Hate's shadow draws very near
Long ell short dash creates the shape of a t
You fought it off once when You died 'for me'
but now you're both one—the monster is free
Redemption? What redemption? I see none here
Just an empty fire hearth and a bottle of beer
that turned daddy tyrant certain times of the year
and he'd start creeping creeping creeping creeping
god i see no difference
love's a cocked-up defense
and that saviour that you sent us
is failing wailing nailing gone just
You taunting my flaws with an all-knowing grin
While your long fingers prod the red pain within
I hear You shout out "this child has sinned!"—-
Your fingers are stripped of their power of healing
Hark! Do you hear what the angels are singing?
They speak of the hell Adam's sin's bringing...
Swing low, sweet chariot
Daddy's come to take me home
I guess that's what happens when You're both the same shape--
Arms a dash, body ell-—and You can't help but break
the difference between you gone when You lose Your own head
I watched it fall, mindless, mindless, till You were dead
They say you're supposed to carry the weight of my cross
But all I can feel is you nailing it into my back
While your voice cries out "sinner, this is the cost!
Repent... repent..." ...your love is lost
A second, two minutes, three days and a hundred years
the Biblical Christ is no longer alive around here
replaced by self-righteousness and hatred and fear—
this is what happens when Your followers represent You, m'dear.
Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil: For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever.
Amen."
--Matthew 6:9-13
--- Cruel ---
by hemlocke
I cry and cry out but You do not hear
and i'm frozen and lost and not sure what to do
my feet ache, voice hurts, hands're covered in goo,
body's frozen to the floor, unable to move
I watch as Hate's shadow draws very near
Long ell short dash creates the shape of a t
You fought it off once when You died 'for me'
but now you're both one—the monster is free
Redemption? What redemption? I see none here
Just an empty fire hearth and a bottle of beer
that turned daddy tyrant certain times of the year
and he'd start creeping creeping creeping creeping
god i see no difference
love's a cocked-up defense
and that saviour that you sent us
is failing wailing nailing gone just
You taunting my flaws with an all-knowing grin
While your long fingers prod the red pain within
I hear You shout out "this child has sinned!"—-
Your fingers are stripped of their power of healing
Hark! Do you hear what the angels are singing?
They speak of the hell Adam's sin's bringing...
Swing low, sweet chariot
Daddy's come to take me home
I guess that's what happens when You're both the same shape--
Arms a dash, body ell-—and You can't help but break
the difference between you gone when You lose Your own head
I watched it fall, mindless, mindless, till You were dead
They say you're supposed to carry the weight of my cross
But all I can feel is you nailing it into my back
While your voice cries out "sinner, this is the cost!
Repent... repent..." ...your love is lost
A second, two minutes, three days and a hundred years
the Biblical Christ is no longer alive around here
replaced by self-righteousness and hatred and fear—
this is what happens when Your followers represent You, m'dear.