Wrath

Lying naked on a soaking wet shroud her fingers penetrate the earth
Screams drown in the patter of rain as the wind is laughing out loud
Listen to the angels'choir singing tones I'll never phrase
Sweetness prevails, though not for you
A sinner can't help his fall from Grace
Little girl with mud in the mouth how endearing to see you cry
Wish to kiss your lips and stroke your hair but I'm afraid you'll have to die
You beg your God to send me to hell
Oh you taste like dirt to me

A staggering icon stained with fear a docile puppet can never be free
How searing the gaze of resignation cannot close my eyes
Neither blood nor tears in all their splendour
can extinguish the cauterize
Burn from me the tempting shell until there's nothing left but...

Wrath from inside, drips down on you
arms wide open for whatever comes your way
Reign in a pool of dirt in which you'll drown, in which you'll rot
Arms wide open for whatever comes your way

It's in my hands to write tragedy in naked flesh
to pour into relief, glide through deepest fears
Like a serpent, passioned by life it takes
As your body rises and your eyes ask me why...
I realize that even the wrath of your God couldn't satisfy me more