My God be upheld in our destress
My cries fill the
Curdled milk in wine
The lingering taste of yesterday
My color has
You shared flesh with me
Danced with me in the
Walk my dismal path
Pursue my much walked ways
Two
Under a serene sky
Earth covers your gentle form
in verdant fields
Soul
A child was born in silence
And winter rose to
Jesus lies dying in my bed
Companions since birth...
in this stagnant
Silence, my child
And bear your gifts of love
Feed me, feed
Breathe
A faceless one roams for my soul
The air is dense
A thousand tears, a thousand eyes
My friends and I, we
Whispers to me, my depression
With a hint of murder
Watch them,
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