Worship
TalkingMime
Now I understand!
So this is what preachers call unconditional love.
A passion so fierce;
it overwhelms this humble worshiper of God.
On what grounds, I ask,
was such subservience as mine meant to realize?
Why cannot I numb
myself when such impulses within my heart rise?
Deep within it stirs,
emotions beg for release albeit it's a crime.
The pendulum measures
each hour passed but I've lost perception of time.
This is my religion.
Every night that I dream it being torn away
In my mind, I hear those muffled cries.
And even now when I hear it call,
I respond without a moment to realize
How quickly I'm lost in the trance it casts
This high, this life my body has memorized.
Apocryphal tears arise every time without invitation
Driving me to the point of willing self-flagellation
Flames of unbridled anger fanned by seething rage
Embedded within from the day of creation
Savior, show the righteous path:
Reborn anew as the purest white from the darkest black.
Each teaching I still hear:
Drink deeply from the cup of siblinghood,
Remembering that a fountain of tears
Won't wash away a single drop of blood.
I've found my religion
And I hear my own muffled cries
This is love.
This is religion.
This is everything
I've never believed in.