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Ezekiel 28:9
03:14
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'Will you still say, "I am a god," in the presence of those who kill you, though you are but a mortal, and no god, in the hands of those who wound you?' ---Ezekiel 28:9, New Standard Revised
Maybe never going to to get up off my knees;
I know I've never lived a day of my life.
Down the hall from me is the room
I know someday I will die in.
Sometimes think in color,
sometimes speak like one with visions,
but the most in love I've ever been
was that time in the church basement.
And the saints on the stained glass-
they shared a blessing, or condemnation,
but I was too inspired by myself
to give it much consideration.
And maybe never going to deserve praise,
and maybe always feel so happy,
so happy and so brave,
but I've knelt before that altar
and His light flowed through me.
And His light flowed through me.
Maybe never going to get up off my knees.
I am paralyzed by the perfection of this beauty.
I am paralyzed.
I am paralyzed.
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Psalm 119:12
03:06
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"Blessed are you, O Lord; teach me your statutes. " -- Psalm 119:12
Slight tremor in my hand;
the hurricane moves through the trees.
Perhaps in my wickedness
you have done this to me.
Holy fist of the sky,
forgive me, should I question why.
Clean this town;
burn it down.
There is nothing to save,
nothing to praise.
In your strength you are a lion;
delivering justice you are terrifying.
Rip me limb from limb.
Punish me for my sins.
May my blood flow mighty as a waterfall,
and may my death be but the prelude to slaughter.
Holy fist of the sky,
forgive me, should I cry.
Slight tremor in my hand;
the hurricane moves through the trees.
Perhaps in my wickedness
I have done this to thee.
I believe.
I believe.
I believe in punishment.
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Matthew 10:28
03:07
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"Do not fear those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul; rather fear him who can destroy both soul and body in hell." --Matthew 10:28, New Revised Standard Version
Attached, so attached to this love;
a death grip on the fraying rope high above the canyon.
I am faithful to the catch in my throat.
To proving I can hold out against the instinct that says, “Just RUN.”
Chorus:
But where's the fun in that?
My body says, “No”, my soul says, “No”.
My heart says, “Fuck it- I'm not scared:
I just don't care.”
Maybe if I breathe fast enough I could go up in flames.
Your name is curled up before the furnace of my heart
like a tame beast, but my love in your teeth.
How dangerous you make me!
And there's no good reason for it.
My body says, “No”, my soul says, “No”.
My heart says, “For god's sake- this is me.
I'll do whatever I want and pretend it makes me happy.”
I'm a little bit afraid of the things I am capable of.
I pick up little stones and say, “This is full of love.”
And of course they're not, but that's not the point.
The point is that my body says, “No”, my soul says, “No”.
But my heart just laughs and goes out of it's way to sabotage me.
Flushed with vigor as it feeds on my blood like a tick or a flea,
my heart says, “Fear me.”
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Sirach 16:7
02:55
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"He did not forgive the ancient giants
who revolted in their might." --Sirach 16:7, New Revised Standard Version
Set out a bowl of milk for the fairies.
Pray to any god who will listen.
I throw the words “I love you” around...
like you might believe they're worth something.
Follow the footprints of the giants
as they lead down to the ocean;
try my hand at this new idea
called devotion.
Sleep the sleep of the dying.
Wrestle with these visions of crying off.
And yet could you forgive me my imperfections
(; the way I speak without inflection)?
Try harder to be lovable.
Feel like it just comes off as laughable.
So laugh the laughter of the depressed.
All these feelings from a white dress-
Madness.
My fingers are smoke encircled by metal;
I waver like a mirage, my spirit vaporizes.
When you're not here to hold my hand
sometimes I just pretend to be alive.
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Judith 16:9
02:12
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