My_Side

I'm so close to it but I can't reach
Because if I lean too far I might fall.
We need a man of stone to preach.
Who will bend so low to save us all?
When the stars rain down and flood the land
For a thousand days and a thousand nights,
What will become of this burning flesh,
Torched by this hollow, burning light?
The sun is gold, though not so rich
As the soil embedded in the skin
Of the man who's wretched mind
Is polluted by harming sin.
Like maggots in the garbage tree
This brilliant light of theif and cross.
But what did this man steal from thee?
And what can I use to substitute that loss?
I've grown away, but who's to say
I can't be saved from eternal fire?
Erase the hate, go back a day.
Teach death games to the angel's choir.
It's gone too far, this cycle of pain
When hate and love collide.
Spinning down this endless drain.
When death comes, who will take my side?