A verse inscribed in fire and light
Nicodemus
I could tell a sad story that would change your mind about everything, but I don’t want to be that guy, no I don’t want to be that guy.
He laid in a cave for three days and three nights
Yeah, he laid in a cave for three days and three nights
Turned water to wine and wine into blood
Coagulating into a yoke on our necks, a yoke on our tired necks
But you aren’t so easily convinced, though I’ve got the ashes of your father’s house on my forehead
And if a man could go back into his mother’s womb, you probably would, you probably would
I’ve been sitting on the street corner late at night, having hangover eschatons, and waiting to die, waiting to die and not be raised again
See here in his hands and feet, staples to keep him on the page
But he came into your life when you weren’t looking, and he broke all your shit with a wooden rod. He called the man at the pulpit a miserable twit and he took your hand, he grabbed it by force
If you love me, you will do as I command, if you love me you will do as I command
I could tell a sad story that would change your mind about everything, but I don’t want to be that guy, no I don’t want to be that guy
paullang.blog 