Here's a stone and here's a prayer and here's a little dirt.
I hope you like the box you're in.
I hope it didn't hurt.
I didn't pay attention.
I was looking at your eyes.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
Blacken all my colors in and act a lunatic.
The photographs are there of course.
I stare until I'm sick.
Something swinging dots around like some poltergeist.
Sometimes
you seem just like Christ.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
What good is this religion?
What good is sacrifice?
So very nearly God-like I expected you to rise.
I made a promise to myself.
All promises are lies.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.
Sometimes you seem just like Christ.