Penance

Peace is a type of death, and

I have come alive.

There is no church to hide in,

no sanctuary.

They lock their doors, knowing that

the divine is outside,

in the air

The wind?

It says

risk everything and I've

got a lot,

oh yeah,

I've got a lot

to sacrifice.

Give it up here

Give up

I laid my confessions down

to rest at the feet of a

lonely priest.

He wasn't impressed.

He said, "Give me more"

The divine doesn't want

your pitiful

recounting of sins

when not once, 

not once did you 

stop to pray

But, I'll kiss the ground,baby

and more

I will lay myself down on 

that altar

and sacrifice

that good old fashioned way

But churches don't appreciate

offerings anymore.

They say, get out and don't forget 

to pray for 

God

damn 

forgiveness, 

because you are undeserving

But, I see the light

5/24/2015