With God, all things are possible.
Not so with men.
Our minds bend and twist.
We make universes out of fragments,
We name, we box in.
We are the Kings.
We are with sin.
We don’t look at it,
Justify, justify, justify it.
No crucify, crucify, crucifying.
Unless it’s them, it’s always them, they are the heathen.
Reprimand, oh God reprimand them!
But leave me dark, leave it in, sitting deep, from myself, under shadow.