Mount Moriah

My palms shiver
Scarred with your touch of goodbye
Eyes closed yet burn
With saline tears
I see gore
Bloodshed.
I was hesitant to draw
The knife
Upon the innocent face
That knew not of pain
If only i can numb this heart
For me not to cry
For me not to see you die
But i have to draw the knife
And see your blood
Drench the parch land where i lie
Water the thorns
In the thickets of my soul
Your flesh i need to cut dead
To burn my selfish desires

Blood.
Ash.

Daybreak of crimson sky
And the air breaks
Tears of dust that
Will sting my eyes

As i strike the knife
On the sacrifice...

I saw my God
Glorified!

-pambie herrera
march 21, 2003