so now it comes to this
a day, laid out to flay and scandalize
night reserved for a more macabre affair
some spikes, some wood,
some dereliction of hope, one cosmic corpse
and in these longest of hours
lay light itself
without so much as a yawn
so now it comes to this
a day, laid out to flay and scandalize
night reserved for a more macabre affair
some spikes, some wood,
some dereliction of hope, one cosmic corpse
and in these longest of hours
lay light itself
without so much as a yawn
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too (just not in close proximity to each other at this time).
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