Sunday, November 15, 2015

only that

if i die in all this violence
life lost among falling leaves and
burning cities
it was only life

and if my nerve breaks
if i flinch
among these bullets

if i stutter when stared down
it was only failure
only broken spirit

and if i recant
if my tongue speaks lies
if i deny, thrice or more
it was only truth
only faith

fires burn
cities burn
souls burn
and mine
may be among them yet

but to the bitter end
and the end will be bitter

if i am dead,
broken,
if i speak lies before men
before my Father in heaven

then i am dead, broken, burning
and it is only that

you,
you will still be in my mind

my constant thought
my earnest wish
always ever on my lips


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