Consecrated Hatred

You left me the dark
You took away the light

You took what was yours

But it doesn't make it right

I bent down in horror

I bent down in love

I bent down in wisdom

But its never enough

All I hear is complain

All I've done to shame

All I see is your grace

But you never saw me again

Show me my thorns

Show me my nails

Show me my cross

But be there on my holy grave

Something before your tries

Something in your shadow

Something by your suffering

But through me the devil cries

Drink the blood of lamb

Drink the life away

Drink the sacred lies

But drink not to what I am

Read between the lines

Read the blessed scriptures

Read the engraved crown

But read not what I write

On this throne my lullaby

On this throne my child

On this throne your absence

But this throne isn't exactly mine

The axe falls on the wicked

The axe falls on the meek

The axe falls on the memories

But it never falls on me

You sent me the papers

You gave me the final sight

You took what was yours

But it doesn't make it right

- Ritvij. 14/Feb/2022. At home, Raebareli.