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Your piety is not a substitute for compassion

Your piety is not a substitute for compassion

Your piety is not a substitute for compassion

Buried twice in the search for clarity

robbed the tomb of grace, or whatever I could find

I’ve supposedly died once before [the drowning of my flesh!]

but piety’s lack of charity had me turning in the grave

Buried in the sky [scars in the lightning clouds!]

let’s hope the next holes in my back help me breathe

bruised plastic and dented cans fill my seas

I’m stranded in Bermuda, but can we dismantle the holy trinity?

Though buried twice before, I won’t be buried again

This body’s but a shell though it’s parts like glass and cans

[oh for whatever repurposed use that hands can find!]

Though implied I’ve lived, I’ve never been alive

clinging to non-existence with barley malt and inebriated eyes

each night intent to drive [far!] making no noise [be quiet!] as I quickly slipped away

Just drive!

[Far away and I don't care where
just far away and I don't care where
just far away and I don't care where
just far away
i don't care]

I’m the son of a widow, though never raised from the dead
No place for my soul to go
when this finally ends