25

Lucky

We’ve got pure sin

Which shines brighter when you lie

A yawning expanse between the tide

It won’t gather us in grave however;

As the home I made, wanted you to return to is instead

Marked by these stones

It’s not shrouded in Grace

I’m not sure it stands up to His throne

Only, the quiet little ones know all our sorrows

As if there were no other to hold up our heads

Their forgiveness on defense

They fight with despair, with lead

Faith isn’t collateral

And gets offended at the suspension

Is love truly joyful in its sacrifice of everything?

Or bred in fiend, infernally

Left in abeyance

I suppose we’ll talk it over again in eternity