god of wood
god of wood
crown of thorns
and bleeding brow
sweating blood
this is the tree
to which they nail me
god of wood
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goddess of the seasons
the season is my crucifixion
as they nail me down
I am bleeding on their heads and torn
forsaken and cast off
no hope to help my soul
no comfort in the night
no shelter from the storm
no relief from the whiplashes
in the shadow of the cross
carried the cross
and I am weary
stumbled on rocks
and I am weary
cut myself on thorns and briars
and I am weary
time to pass away
for I am weary
I look ahead and see a light
Something brings me back to life
A god of wood
a crown of thorns
dreams like this resurrect and shine
even though they sometimes die
bewildering fane of a body shell
future set down in stone
take in eternal life
straying not from the path
of the shepherd's guiding light
the future looks so much brighter
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