A Tortured Soul

The Chain

A Tortured Soul


Pull your face together to pray for justice 
The only god you seek is the god of dread 

I want to kneel and pray beside your alter 
But all you speak in your eyes is the god of death 

You set upon with love your gift of habit 
Attested to the death of the great white hare 

It gave its soul to you a gift of spirit 
You sacrificed to the Christ adorned in spit 
Now you bear the chain 

Stare upon your blood your own creation 
A name upon a grave your final breath 
With a hand of dirt we save your last redemption 
And now pay our last retribution to the dead 
As you bear the chain