Cover Cross

The years have flown by,
the ink has long dried
but I lost God
somewhere in the sand

this cross I still bear
so my story I share
and here on my own
I now stand

I am not bragging
that I’m now on the wagon
and I don’t need a God
to behave

I’m a good person
and I live to help others
no, I don’t have a soul
you can save

spare me your words
and save both our time
I believe in what’s real
but then I draw the line

no story books
and fairytails
no carpenters
and no more nails

draw a tree
over this cross
grab silver coins
and I will toss

don’t kiss me
on the cheek
I’m nice
but I’m not meek

nothing is ever
set in stone
ashes to ashes
and broken bones

and phones
to call the shots
fly drones
connect the dots

parking lots
and litter bugs
broken cots
prescription drugs

I can’t sleep
this one off
let’s kill sheep
turn and cough

bless me chaplin
I have sinned
what’s with your
shit-eating grin

the Romans
have arrived
I’m now prepared
to die

I’ll tie one on
from dusk till dawn
then hang out with
my fellow pawns

watering the tree
at long last
I am free

of something empires
use to control
no longer confused
penny for my soul

and a nickle
for your thoughts
its a shame
we’ve all been bought

paid the price
for manmade bread
taste for blood
now you’re dead

in three days
it won’t rise
it’s a shame
we lived a lie

it’s over now
the cross is gone
water trees of truth
not manmade lawns

the new ink
starts to dry
a tear drops
from my eye

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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