Phinehas Tetelestai
Oh, how I long to see the end
Of every ending
To breathe before my last
And begin beginning
Would you catch the wind with your arm
Or lift my oceans with a heave
All hell sound your sirens
Hold your breath for three words conceived:
It is finished
Walking down the streets
I watch you turn your face from me
They ripped the skin from my back
Dissecting eternity
You clothed me in darkness
Given a rose, but wearing the thorns instead
My last breath
I watch God hang his robes over the sun
To hide a child becoming corruption
Clean hands
Eternity nailed to a tree
How tired you must have been
Clean hands
From a garden to misery
Bearing the weight of men
Yet you raise yourself higher
To take your last breath
Demons pause with terror
I am blood enough to never run dry
Still you despise me
Sinking the spear in my side
When you hung beside me on that day
Cursing at the wind will not stop the message I send
Clean hands
Eternity nailed to a tree
How tired you must have been
Clean hands
From a garden to misery
Bearing the weight of men
Yet you raise yourself higher
To take your last breath
(Bear witness once and for all)
It is finished
Would you catch the wind with your arm
Or lift my oceans with a heave
All hell, sound your sirens
Hold your breath for the words concieved