A holy you lives inside a dirty me,
One that can barely see, for the world
Has gotten the best of me,
A photograph of the epitaph
And your wrath not waiting
For me, death will die in me
A thousand deaths, a thousand
Resurrections, a thousand years
To sing in, love you say, “do you
Have it? Has the city life taken up
Your life? In straight lines man
Walks forwards when he lives
Backwards, suffering is a hovering
That follows me, I can’t say yes to
Death for it has my sting and I take
A knee and huddle with you, I am
Playing to win, for the crowd to welcome
Me in, death to them, died they did, faith
They did give—now that’s the way I want
To live

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