no home i find except your arms

you must stay and i must go

late i return but you moved on

no single minded devotion for you

while i a slave my death in life to our lie

i plead anyway and you reply

i gave all when you died

another claimed the remains

so i rage at moon and sun

you repent and turn again

but die in agony of betrayal

they gather in grief

i howl my rage in their faces

torn from me twice now

they pay my price and more

for fate and ill will and vengeance

i turn my gory face to heaven

and repent for nothing

no love no grace no place

i fall

a little bit of stress and here i am yelling at someone, it always seems i wasn't paying attention when i was reading my Bible back in the day

i think i am becoming aware of the problem, i am trying to pray about it, but you'll suffer for awhile anyway (as if you hadn't already) while Jesus works on me, i'm sorry