raped by the deeds of your own misfortune

hung on a cross built with lies

nails driven in like shards of truth

crowned the king of fallen men

thorns pierce the skin as blood runs thin

tears fall down on deadened skies

hidden in shame beneath this rock

loved sold cheap, to those of scorn

give us this day our daily dread

bath us in not in light but dark instead

agony defeats us all

search for hope with blind eyes

whisper dreams in dead ears

cry out behind the hands

torn and pillaged

riddled with doubt

numb with faith

looking out





aching for the truth to come

looking out, never in

wonder why the light is dim

search for hope from someone else

never asking of yourself