i have new scars from scrapes you weren't there for
& the wounds you've inflicted are being licked by someone else.

wake up sleeper
& rise from the dead
the way the truth & the life
will light your way

sold beat
hung from trees
crucified
in hell grabbing keys

except
the greatness
that you are
& all that you are made up of
won't allow you to die
so you respark your existence
reviving then aligning yourself
with the divine

thank you beauty. you are welcome here, as well. enjoy.