Things I've assembled

To be torn apart

It seems the essence

This lava in my heart

The same old story

Handed by a woman and a snake

Jokes about purgatory

Seems a long wait



One more day with the torturer

One more day with the torturer



Love is a mask

Donned by many things

Fighting juggernauts

Destroying everything

A life of retreat

With its outstretched hand

Slapped down by me

That rule-playing man



One more day with the torturer

One more day with the torturer

One more day with the torturer

One more day with the torturer



Wrinkles where there were pimples

Grey and gone hair in my brown

Soon I will be muzzled

Soon I will die down

Years between me and God's face

As fleeting as dust and smoke

Every day be good in this place

If only for the hope