oh, only if I could feel a mothers embrace
once more pulling me in
but in her eyes I’m tainted
and in dire need to confess
oh, only if you didn’t touch what’s holy
with hands full of filth,
and a heart barely contained
only if you waited for god’s mercy to fall upon you, a prophecy fulfilled
for how could god deceive us
when he’s all we’ve ever known
is it wrong to question
or will our tongues be prosecuted
for profanity, and ill intent
if god is not truth then where do we seek it
or do we have to weep until our eyes swell
we keep begging for forgiveness
over what’s merely flesh and bone
believing it’s what makes us wrong
but if my nature is deviant by design
then isn’t it god that’s flawed by descent
should every judgement
dictated by what only a mortal knows
be taken to gods court as testament
for every moment of wavering
for every time I’ve ever swayed
will there be a trial that awaits
will there be bystanders in god’s opera
to testify for every sting,
and every bait I had to take