there was no air from my lungs just blood. no ten-degree kindness on a winter morning just the scrape of a life spent taking. taking. the patience wasn't a tire tread, it was a knife's edge the apology was the dust i didn’t wipe from my mouth it was the other man's wine the other man's bread gone. all of it gone and my only fruit was seeing you my only offering was a borrowed breath yeah, my only fruit was seeing you righteous and speaking to that other one a rebuke just ... rebuking he was spitting curses at the sky he was spitting them at you mocking a king with a crown of thorns and i knew God, i knew that sound it was the rattle in my own throat my whole earthly life that hate so i turned my head, what little i could the iron biting deep and i told him we deserved it we earned this splintered wood but this man… this man has done nothing wrong nothing and my only fruit was seeing you my only offering was a borrowed breath my only fruit was seeing you righteous and speaking to that other one a rebuke we deserve it there was no time to turn my entropy to gold no long road for the dust to settle on no quiet moment, no stubborn beautiful life we deserve it for our deeds a body broken on a hill and a sudden desperate knowing it's not my hands that do the changing (my hands were nailed down tight) it’s not my will that makes it true (my will was a canyon of wrong) it's the name whispered over broken things Christ is the only signature that counts the only one that counts. so let it all be gone let the life i lived be nothing but gravel dust because my only fruit was your name my only harvest was your name on my lips in the end your name today you will be. with me
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