"it was the sixth hour"
where are you now?
darkness turns the cold sun north
can this curtain be torn
i want to see you
murderous gambles, a time for wine rejected
somehow eclipsed by a false sense of security insurrection traded for purity
what did i do?
white to black to red to white
so many struggles to count
have i ever collected silver
is forgiveness still mine?
will our scars become beautiful again
from when we were young: crowned with mockery
have you ever spit on purple wool?
on top of skulls
between two thieves
can i have you?
you are the glory
"it was the ninth hour"