Oh but radiance
Does emanate
From the holy pain
Of our broken mouths
We, the futile, raise
And with trembling limbs
Beg of existance
A relief
Should we not,
Could we not,
To be lost
In the union
Of our sinning bodies,
In the tainted smile
Of our devout eyes,
We are corrupt
Should we not
Choke in blood,
Faint in praise,
Tear our skin
For what is existance
If not remembrance
We are drowning,
Deliver us.
