Crux

Do you realize the agony of my crux, the long, cruel twisting in my chest?
Searing the sinew of my sorrow, tearing away at the tenacity of hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from my bosom

A vision grossly disfigured by your perception of who I am, not of your want
Your inability to conceive a burdened calling that was not meant for your loins
I am not sewn to The Seekers of Light; my bones lay with the souls of The Dead
Your words call out, shedding your tears to The Dark and rejecting them when they answer
Observation of a Dark Lover draws you to repel, recoil, and rebuke my love condition
Speaking in your euphemisms of the elite, a statement lost on me by lack of direction
Catechizing, hesitating the question of my salvation due to your lack of love indiscriminate
Inferring my heart has run from the sun, that my soul hangs on the edge of a cliff

Do you realize the agony of my crux, the long, cruel twisting in my chest?
Searing the sinew of my sorrow, tearing away at the tenacity of hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from my bosom

A transfer of love meant for The Dead, a love you dispel driven from fearful aversion
Concealing your love in the four walls of sanctuary, selective for those deemed true
No desire of carnal knowledge to equip the lame for the weight of the world
Withholding The Dark at a distance you hurl a paltry denouncement of their earthly state
Condemnation floating as the love craved builds sediment and depresses into the deep
While beseeching the world to black and white you squander the discernment of grey
Lusting for the red X answer, screaming for homogeny, bewilderingly miscomprehending
Fear binding your heart and hands to the opposition of your mission, blocking The Light from The Dark

Do you realize the agony of my crux, the long, cruel twisting in my chest?
Searing the sinew of my sorrow, tearing away at the tenacity of hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from my bosom

Your skepticism of my vital heart calls out to me to return to an Entity I never fled
An expectation of a life that reflects only your own holy walk will blaze with your ego
My greys blend but the authenticity of my heart never falters, instead it’s sent to your unknowns
While your compassion is calloused by abhorrence of The Dark, my love perverts the plank in your eye
Oh if you could love them, only if you could love them, oh if you could love them
I ponder you love’s conditions, if you would love them before their salvation brought anew
Confounded by your fear, you’ve misconstrued your call to love without condition, to love all
Love doesn’t forsake at the altar or conceal because of transgression, love is to be frankly given

Do you realize the agony of my crux, the long, cruel twisting in my chest?
Searing the sinew of my sorrow, tearing away at the tenacity of hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from my bosom

A wandering-lost The Dark will remain from your fear of love without condition, lost they will always be
Loosen your rope of fear bound around my neck, grant me grace and discern my heart
Altered faith in a Deity far more expansive than your perception is willing to explore
Your chords asserting His magnitude yet your actions displaying a meager chest of remnants
If I succumb to your blurred conception my heart will break from burden and The Dark will fade
I’m doubting your devout, your blinding adoration has blocked your sight from His mass
Omnipotence isolated by a four-walled ensconce built up from phobia
Omnipresence shielded by your standards of what is clean and viable

Do you realize the agony of my crux, the long, cruel twisting in my chest?
Searing the sinew of my sorrow, tearing away at the tenacity of hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from my bosom

Great Love is not for you to dictate, Great Love knows no bounds
Great Love clothes all contingencies, tailoring its shape, befitting each creation
I’ve become discontented with your words that rot like judgment, accusing my heart
Beneath a rampart feather fear will be driven out, instead it has begun to govern your life
Veiled love has cost them your benediction and abandons their hope, leaving none for you to love
Hindering me is your Holy Agnosticism, contending for my bones, your distrust screaming no
To poise yourself over me gaping in disbelief, to stand over me calling out your fear as strength
I beg you, be honest about your fear, abandon false clout, and cease masquerading open salvation

Do you realize the agony of my crux, the long, cruel twisting in my chest?
Searing the sinew of my sorrow, tearing away at the tenacity of hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from my bosom

Love’s portion is measured for all to employ or abandon, I choose love’s employment
I choose to love who was asked of me, I choose to forgive your discrepancies and disbelief
Nay will I abandon your heart’s condition, I will not deliver you with rusted dross
To carriage my decree to completion there is no room for resentment, so to you I will forgive
Ministering to The Dark does not sacrifice The Light, loving The Dark will not abolish The Light
Finished with you, I am finished with you and your fear, your fear of who I am, your fear of who I love
I will long for love to flood your fear, I will hope for an abysmal love to transform us until we have faces
Let our gift not die with stones met from holy fear to fray all that we were ever to be

To realize the agony of our crux, the long, cruel twisting in our chests
Searing the sinew of our sorrows, tearing away at the tenacity of our hope, a cavity deepening
Pain penetrating, bringing forth a thick, warm liquid erupting from our bosoms