You’ll never change, you are the same.
Jesus doesn’t fulfill, faith is null and void.
Be free and discover yourself, but don’t.
Share your feelings, and know you’re wrong.
Standing at the crossroads.
In this voodoo Pentecostal church.
Brick and bone, piled from years of misuse.
We travel the globe.
Battle for sorrows and who matters most.
Eucharistic playfellows, eternity attorney.
The sarcasm of evil tablets of snow.
Breath in the gospel, Christic Christ cries freely.
Voices of stone, you can do nothing on your own.
The choice to succeed or to be alone.
I know who I am, nobody you want around.
Bones in the ground, fate rewritten and unsealed.
What are you thinking? Forget how you feel.
The crock of worry and not this.
Having the world before me and no wish.
Double talk and stalking, mock the clock set around parades.
Musing contemplation for walking, kept out of the hope of longing.
Singing songs, deaf ears repeat nonsense.
Tongues cherish my metaphysical confetti.
Are we ready to confirm?
The squirm of ladybugs and scholars.
Jesus loves all those you hate.