As the sun circles the globe,
And our children grow older,
The days roll over...
Learning to hold higher levels of voltage,
Shoveling coal in the rib cage,
Warming the bones,
Stepping in front of our flags,
And our diplomas,
Without national lines defining our home,
The gross-domestic-product-of-our-Souls,
Will raise the hair full-mass on the back of our necks like electrodes,
So that throat chakras can blast the grip of a crucifix,
The religious choke hold wrapping 30 pieces of silver,
Into the symbol of torment,
I stand bewildered, like
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death,
Clear-cutters turn trees to lumber..."
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death..."
Cooking living plants into shriveled flesh...
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death,
Watching them wear blood diamonds around their necks
"Where's the resurrection?
'Cuz all I'm seeing is death..."
He said, I am the Way
The Life
The Vine
The Roots
The Fruit
The Rhyme,
The Reason,
The Time: Believe it.
The seekers keep seeking it,
Out of season but on-time,
So the vampires howl to money at sunrise...
And on the 1st and 15th, the sacrifice
Blood spilling the steps smelling like suicide.
He said, I am the Life,
To necrophiliac minds who'd rather smash something to bits
Of what lived to see what's inside...
So where's the resurrection?
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