RMC

Destruction is amongst me
I serve well the hell I tell
the hope of my rope
to pull my weight towards hell.

Down to the ground
like where the Romans casted dice;
they cared not I forgot
in the person I held as high as Christ.

Dear me I can see
my reflection affected poor.
Lord send me another prayer
or Psalm I need more and more

For I am but nothing
if my words hold not true.
Peace I beg enter for I yell truth
inside my heart’s door that is new.

I want the gravity,
I want to be afraid
that I don’t find before,
that which made my face grave.

Yet my pain makes alive
my senses and words.
Dear Father God I’m thankful
that it is for you I serve.