The sins in me
I live in the trenches but there are homes for people like us
And interest in this mischief that is an acting out plague
Do you claim the space that you own? Or is Life one big exit wound
Do you act out right?
The pig in me
I live underground but I can still hear the bombs falling on the trenches I once called home
My gaunt body knocking together to create a symphony that secures me some time away
Do you live on another world? Or are those others planets scientist speak of just man made pearls
Do you live by your word?
My mysticism goes as far as I can see
And I’ve gone a long way to see something that would make my heart beat again
Do you believe in god? Or is he what’s on the cover of the next magazine?
Will I burn in hell?