1. A MARTYR LEFT ALIVE

Bless us with lost blood. No sacred skin remains above a waiting grave. On faith and with fanged teeth, angels starved will feed. Spared of sacrifice. Unrepentant, into rotting arms we flee. Severing the serrated wings used to burden the bereaved. Famine fell like rain from desecrated skies. To bathe its thirsted tongue with the tears of those survived. The holier the thief, the heavier we grieve. Hallowed be a martyr left alive. Inheritance of pain a satiated grave. Stained by fate and false belief, angels starved will feed. To the sky I prayed for flesh not yet decayed. I wept when heaven let them die.


2. WITH LOVING ARMS DISFIGURED

For you, I begged and you were gone. Sorrowed are the eyes deprived of light. Sealed shut, yet certain of descent. Silenced was the heart deprived of pulse. Paralyzed, falling from frail hands. Drown the wound that is my open mouth. Tearing breath from my contorting throat. Chosen plague, welcomed cancer spread. With flooding lungs, I drank and ached for more. Shelter those who gather underneath my draining wrists. Shielded from the scars unworthy of a stare. For you, I reached and you weren't there. Cleanse the wounds left with you to mourn. Waste no breath on souls you failed to save. Chosen plague. Cancer I reclaim from flooded lungs, you drink and ache for more. With loving arms disfigured, I reached for you and you weren't there.


3. TO HEAR OF WAR

For their sin, the serpents coil in fear of judgement. Purgatory burned as I fought alongside flame. Mimicking the echo of a victim left ignored. Celebrate no saviour unaware of my strained voice. Command deaf ears to hear of war and not the word of god. On winds from hell, came a crusade. To collect the crowns of undeserving saints. Salvation knows no ghost wandering among the weak. Stalking prey in favour of free will. In both kingdom and corpse, absolution carves its name with the nails I have pulled from your palms. Blessed heads will hang, not in shame, but in my hands. Harvesting a halo unbecoming of penance.


4. NO LAMB WAS LOST

Dissect the swinging jaws from mouths that call upon them. Sewing closed the eyelids of who dared to look their way. Without you, I'd have died. Without you, I would die. Dismember every limb now riddled with disease. Protecting their pure organs forcing death to feast on mine. With my skin, he was saved. With my skin, she is safe. A heartbeat gained cannot replace. One was taken and one remains. No lamb was lost. No love was lost. I'd kill to keep them both alive.


5. PRAISE NO ARTERY INTACT

Spare no vein unscathed. Envious of those deceased that embraced their right to bleed. Forever indebted and absolved. Praise no artery intact. An offering unclaimed, laid to rest among the dead. I remain. Why remain? For no reason, I remain. Kept upon a decomposing cross. Far too long, I've suffered to atone. Spare no vein unscathed. Envious of those deceased that renounced their right to breathe. Bathed by flames from a lesser hell.


6. HEAVEN LET THEM DIE

To the sky I prayed, for flesh not yet decayed. I wept, when heaven let them die.