Curiousity killed the...

Am I on my way to the white pearl gates?
Well, I guess we all kind of are.

Since the time of birth we make a course
forever towards the sky.

We get struck down by lightening
if we make one bad move.

Whatever happened to forgiveness?

And do the dead do the same?
Do they dream of being alive again?

And so is being alive not being dead,
And being dead not being alive?

Is it as simple?

Oh, sometimes I get so curious
I stare at knives.

It’s lucky there are people in those cars
or I might be so selfish to the shells.

Oh, sometimes I get so curious.

Can't beat 'em, join 'em.

This is dated as the twenty first
but by the time I’ve finished it will be the twenty second,
Three short minutes it takes me to write this,

Isn’t time a funny thing?
It moves so quickly except when you’re waiting,
Isn’t time a funny thing?
It moves so slowly especially when you’re wishing,

I’ve been trying to haul up all my old clocks
with an old grappling hook but they just keep slipping out
their little wings moving so damn quickly.

Now it’s the twenty second,
And there jumps another suicidal clock as I write,
Three seconds and he’s dead like that,

Isn’t time a funny thing?
It moves so quickly except when you’re waiting,
Isn’t time a funny thing?
It moves so slowly especially when you’re wishing so hard...

And they’re jumping out quicker than I can pull
them up and this is a bloody tragedy, so many suicidal
clocks just trying to fly out my window,
This is a tragedy, next thing I know it will be my calendar,
I can see the holes he’s making on the wall
as he edges towards the door,
Hell I’ll nail you down with bricks, I swear,
Don’t you try going anywhere,
Hell if you can’t beat them, join them,
I spread my arms real wide.

You Were The Dark

You didn’t fill the dark -
you encouraged it.

You didn’t find the light -
you turned it off.

You weren’t the sun -
you closed the curtains.

You didn’t find the emergency generator,
You blew out every single candle,
So I would be in such need,
And there you kept me,

In the dark.

You didn’t fill the dark -
you ignited it.

I scaled the walls for years -
to find the switch.

I was always trying to peek -
through the gap.

I wanted to find just a tiny bit of light,
But how on earth could I with you,
You stood in front of the sun,
So only shadows could live on.

Insane

I’ve heard word insanity is
doing the same thing
over and over and over
and expecting a different result

so why do I keep on breathing?

I’ve heard voices in my head
saying the same thing
over and over and over
and know just how I will react

so why bother with the orders?

I’ve heard questions in circles
chasing one another
over and over and over
and never finding an answer,

so just why do I ask when I know

the important question is;
am I crazy? I sure don’t feel sane,
so I must be insane.

Never Die

You live on inside our hearts,
You will never truly die.

Thank god for memories.

Nothing in this world
ever truly dies
if we never forget,
We can keep everyone
alive.

You live on inside our hearts,
You will never truly die.

Never Die

You live on inside our hearts,
You will never truly die.

Thank god for memories.

Nothing in this world
ever truly dies
if we never forget,
We can keep everyone
alive.

You live on inside our hearts,
You will never truly die.

end

9.2.11
I wake from a hazy dream
and see a transparent image
float in front of my eyes – I put
feet on cold floor and in a trance,
I follow, I follow to the door,
I follow out the door, I follow to
the end of everything,

Flames and wind whip all around,
tree’s and clouds alike,
Burning to the ground,
the end of everything has come,

I pinch myself – a nightmare
perhaps but the pain tells
me it’s not, the end of the world
is halfway through, I cower,
I whimper, a true coward,
I recoil into my head and pretend
like I’m not all alone,

I always knew I would die alone
at the end of something,
The waves are crashing,
but they’re flame resistant.

I don’t bother to scream,
I just wrap my arms around myself,
I just pretend I’m not alone,
I don’t bother to run,
The quicker the less painful,
Unless I too am resistant…

And it turns out I see the entire world
turns to smithereens, and I am truly alone,
As I look at what’s left – nothing at all

but me.

Dragging Back A Hallucination

7/2/11

I held my breath until you came back,
Then I could finally breathe again.

How did I live without breathing?
I think your heart did the beating.

I don’t know how I’ve survived
without your whispers in my ear,
“I’ll always be here, in a year,
in forever and beyond”.

I am just trying to drag back my hallucination,
I am just trying to drag you back into my vision
in desperation.

You’ve never been far away,
All I need is a canvas from eyelids.

I don’t know how I’ll survive
without your whispers in my ear
“I’ll always be here, in a year,
in forever and a day’.

I can’t see you – it kills me, I close my eyes
and run my hands through the air,
And I tell myself I can feel every hair
sticking up on the back of your neck,
Identical to mine because for someone
who doesn’t exist you feel so close,

You feel so close.


I have just dragged back my favourite hallucination,
I have just dragged you back into my vision again
in desperation.

I may grit my teeth but I get lonely too,
I may hold my breath but I get lonely too.

What Goes Down Must Come Up

What goes down must come up
in the most disgusting way,
This robs all our left over dignity,
As I roll around in the gutter
just laughing, just crying
at the insanity of this disease.

What goes down must come up
in the most terrifying way,
This robs all our left over spirit,
As I roll through another alley
just laughing, just crying
at the insanity of this disease.

What goes down must come up
through the throat
and off the tongue,
Legs in an embrace,
such a sick picture.

What goes down must come up
in the most horrible way,
This robs all our everything,
As I stop rolling – a standstill
just laughing, just crying
at the insanity of this disease,

What goes down must come up
and this disease will ease
or I will die by my own hand,
What goes down must come up
and this disease must ease
or I will surely die alone.

Counting

4/2/11
Counting quickly in my head,
Squeezing my eyes shut,
My hands play with the niche’s
in the walls, pinning myself down,
I breathe out through my nose,
And I rely on the air in my lungs,
And I am trying to teach them
to hold on a little longer,
Forgetting how not to breathe
is so against human nature.
And time’s up! So quickly
an icy chill greets my scalp
as I finally break the surface.

Counting

4/2/11
Counting quickly in my head,
Squeezing my eyes shut,
My hands play with the niche’s
in the walls, pinning myself down,
I breathe out through my nose,
And I rely on the air in my lungs,
And I am trying to teach them
to hold on a little longer,
Forgetting how not to breathe
is so against human nature.
And time’s up! So quickly
an icy chill greets my scalp
as I finally break the surface.

a little more lighthearted...

3+4/2/11
Poetry ringing in my head
Why is ever poet
I love dead?

The poets of the time
of thy, thee and wilt
Left us huge shoes to fill.

The ink were wetter,
The words so clever,
so so much better,
A style recaptured never!

Huge feet and feather pens
The library of poets will never end
They will forever leave a challenge

The time of such rhyming
such impeccable timing
the time of why’ing,
will never die.

Poetry ringing in my head
why is every poet
I love dead?
The answer is – the old stuff is the best!

errrrrrrrrr untitled

The angels sing my name
over again and again
The angels say my name.

They flew right after me,
I went running
for answers
“God, I asked for a sign
before this happened, you
bastard, I asked for help
and yeah, I saw you,
I saw your back real clear’

Into my mind, I ran
down the steps of
a garden I didn’t recognise,
It was dying quickly,
And flames exploded
behind me as I went,

There came a beach,
“I can’t burn water”, I yell
in victory moments before
the water begins to bubble,
It’s boiling, would you believe
this?

I dig right past my ear,
And my hands, covered in blood
But I’m so desperate I don’t care,
I dig at an angle now,
Just trying to get deeper and deeper
into my head,

I blocked my ears but I can still hear the horrid screeching
as the angels scream-sing now my name,
I blocked my ears but I can still hear the tortured screaming
as the angels get their punishment
for not killing me quickly,

I am so scared, I’m sorry you got hurt
but I am so scared of death I’d probably
kill you to spare myself,
My hands, covered in insides,
continue to dig, so urgently,
With such urgency, I scream to the sky,
“You said you’d give me time
to try and make things right,
You liar, you bastard, you said...”

Then I stopped digging, I stopped
and stared and stared at the beautiful
man who sat there,
He looked so peaceful and everything stopped
burning and all of a sudden it was raining,

I jumped into this man’s eyes as I felt
the heat burning my body but somehow
he whispered “Finally, I am warm,
your heat is burning up all my cold,
Oh a God must truly exist”

And I whispered “Your faith is
restored so easily? You are
putting out my flames, and how
much this feels like...”

“Destiny” we say together,

The angels chorus still sings with urgency not one but two names,
The angels chorus still sings with pain not one but two names,

And we turn to one another,
whispering “your name must be”
whispering “your name must be”

And tightly I hold his hand,
And I turn to him and I say
“Is this real? Do you exist?
I dug so deep inside my head,
Are you a figment of my imagination?
Worse, am I a figment of yours?”

“Well, does it really matter now?
Either way, one of us will greet this not alone,
for it is both names the angels sing”

And the angels, with their new scars, swoop down on us,
And I am not lightly carried like a feather at all,
And the angels, with their new scars, swoop down on us,
And I can feel the strain in their wings,

As they carry me toward, toward,
Something.

Brother

2/2/11
Oh brother dearest, you have turned the sky on it’s head,
The heavy clouds pull our feet
And the rain is made up of dirt and concrete,
Oh dearest brother, you have forever shocked us,
From a place you cannot come back,
I hope that the Devil at least told you that,

Oh brother dearest, you have us spread so thin
it is as though we are the transparent
even though you are the ghost

and we cannot see you now,
and we don’t miss the fights,
and we don’t miss the stealing,
and we don’t miss the stench,
and we don’t miss the screaming,
and we don’t miss the chaos,

Overturned couches and shattered glasses,
Standing forever on our tiptoes,
But brother dearest, none of that was truly you,
We knew you hid inside the wrong body,
We knew the Devil had you tight,
So our little brother dearest,
it’s the real you we do miss.

Heart Beat In A Pen

1/2/11
My heart beats inside of a pen
which acts as a priest
as I confess every single sin.
I wrote so much that I can’t stop.

In my sleep, my body turns
and when I wake
the sheets are blue and black.

I wrote so much my blood turned to ink.

My body has turned into a pen
where my heart is
the whole truth, the ink.

There is nothing more honest than a poet
in his writing if you can unlock the lingo.

I never felt closer...

i dont really care if you like this, it;s one of my favourites, and i dont care if you dont get it. interpretation is a gift.

9/2/11
Hands on hands leads to entwine fingers,
I never felt closer until…
(It’s a pity this is a game inside my head)

Your warm cheek under my young palm
I never felt closer until…
(A game is too easy a word, let’s think)

You place your hands around my face,
those eyes could never fail
(A second reality may suit this better)
Your breath is so close I taste it,
my shaking so visible
(A preferred reality may suit even better)

You tighten, your bottom lip rests on mine,
I never felt closer until….
(Oh, I pray let this be real)

Tastes just like gold, just like intimacy,
I never felt closer until…
(Oh, I beg let this be real)

And each one of your fingers is possessed
by an entire expedition
(I explore another reality that’s really not)

And your hair through my fingers feels,
I never felt closer until…
(I pray trick my eyes)

As I pull you closer, as you balance
your weight over my body,
those eyes could never fail

And then so gently you lower yourself,
I never felt closer until…
(I pray let me get confused)

Finally our tongues tie around one another,
I never felt closer until,
(Let me mix up my two worlds)

I beg let me get confused
(as your body covers mine)
I’m trying to talk myself into believing
(as your hand runs circles)
this is the real world and the other
(as your hair tickles my neck)
mundane, boring world is the
(as your breathing quickens)
fake.

Please deceive me into this.

I never felt closer until…

catharsis

pure catharsis. what would we do without art...DIE.


Well how am i feeling?
I'm not really sure, so
i'm trying to get words on the floor,

but my feet keep getting eggshells
and my toes are bleeding,
"Don't discuss" they whisper,
"just don't say a thing,
she's way too fragile for this".

Fragile? I'm kicking in doors,
And punching out walls,
i'll give you fragile in the shape
of five curled fingers

but my fingers keep finding blades
and my skin is ripping
"Don't notice"they whisper,
"just don't say a thing,
she must be angry about something"

Angry? I'm lying in bed crying
with covers - my only friend,
I'll give you angry in the shape
of falling tears

but my tears keep finding puzzles
and my head is spinning
"Don't try to figure it out,
just don't say a thing,
she wants to figure this out alone"

Alone? I'm locking doors,
You got that right - alone,
I'm afraid of death but i'm
terrified of life and i'm scared
if i don't get living i might die
all alone and unfulfilled,
But it's not the dying that frightens me
it's the what comes after,

So fragile? You got that right,
So angry? You got that right
So alone? You got that right.

And terribly confused,
And my conscience is abused,
And i feel I have no use,
So I go back to...

Well how am i feeling?
I'm not really sure,
So i hope to get some words on the floor,
to paint myself a picture to hang above the door,
to remind myself when i am low
of the art this hand can create.

The Effect Of Music

sometimes i read this and like it and sometimes i read it and hate it. eh. it was a first attempt with the language anyway.

4/2/11
Wouldst thou listen to a merry tune
and let thyself be flooded soon
with such emotion,
clap and a whack on the knee,
I wish I were as happy as thee.

Wouldst thou listen to a dreary rhyme
and let thyself be flooded in time
with such emotion,
tears and head in hands,
I wish I could make thee understand.

Wouldst thou listen to a love tune
then thine eyes shall soon
set upon and love within a blink.
For It is the tunes in thy ears
that determines whether
our hearts swell and burst
or our hearts whimper and cry
or our hearts dance
or our hearts wither and die
or our hearts take a chance
to feel a feeling not so induced.

Wouldst thou listen to no tune
And so get in touch with reality?

Dream Within A Dream Within A Nightmare

3/2/11

I had a dream
I had enough
I threw myself
in the path of a train
going at full speed
It’s not like this was a brand new idea.

I woke up terrified
and completely un-alive,
Well here I was, to learn the lies?
It seemed a place does exist
for those who no longer lived,
I am an apprentice guardian angel
helping people find their way and
Then I ask the forbidden question
“What about Hell, does it exist too?”

The answer grants me
in the form of a dream (within a dream)
Of fires, forks and burning tree’s,
Eyes that are so frightening
You strike yourself with lightening
just to learn you can never die
but you are forever un-alive
I ask myself if ever I would wake up
And on cue ends my unsatisfying nap.

I awake well alive
open my eyes
forget about all the exposed lies,
I proceed to the kitchen
And there it is, I remember
Drop the plate in my hand (crash)
fall, I can hardly stand,
I see Hell start to open up right before
me, right beneath my kitchen floor,


As I lean close,
The tiles burn up my toes
I jump on my bench writing a death note,
Now I sit here, with a pen
please tell me this is pretend,
Or will I sit here forever,
Oh, how long until never?
I sit just quivering, watching
just quivering, waiting.

Addiction

1/2/11
There is a war in my throat,
The bile versus the drink,
Up or down? Down or up?
Let’s go up, then down
and repeat. Get it out now
to just get it back in.

Addictions aren’t meant to make sense.

My entire mouth is a desert,
The roof like sandpaper,
Waiting for the drought
to end, when it rains
here it storms. A thunderclap
as my head hits the table.

Addictions are more than a weakness.

A hazy roof greets me upon waking,
My body is so much more than shaking,
Can I stand? Can I walk? I check
I am okay, I survived another day of this
harsh treatment,
And relief washes through as I fill
my throat with victory and let the cycle begin again.

There is a war in my throat,
The bile versus the drink,
Up or down? Down or up?
Let’s go up, then down
and repeat. Get it out now
to just get it back in.

Addiction is an impatient desert.

My Light And Dark

3/2/11
My light is finally getting a little watering
And my dark is so much more than envious,
My light is finally getting some spotlight
And my dark is always lurking backstage,

And when my light walks off stage,
My dark grabs her around the throat
and whispers ‘next time, half the time,
The way it’s always been, I know
there’s new management
and all these brand new plans,
But we all know who’s in charge here’
And he lets her go with a warning snarl.

Crying, she wails all night but I don’t know what to do,
Crying, she wails all night but I block my ears to the sound,
Crying, she wails all night but I don’t know how to comfort.

My light defies and continues to show
And my dark is growing so very distraught,
He’s so unused to being second best
And my dark is growing a little weaker,

Or am I growing a little stronger with a new torch here?
Or is this flame allowing the light to shine brighter?
Or am I growing a little courage with a newfound spirit?

And when my light walks off stage
And he grabs her again,
she wails loud enough for me to hear
And I come and I say
“Dark, back off, you might have had reins
for here quite a while
but I’m putting you in your place,
This isn’t right, it’s never been okay,
But now I’ve a voice of my own,
And I’m going to let my light show’.

the ending sucks but i'm working on it...

31/1/11
I went to sleep in my own life
And I woke up as Jesus Christ,

I took for granted my disciples,
Then Judas shoved me in the back,
I’l l admit a sin – I thought suicide could be nice,
You see this way of talking,
preaching some feel the need to call it
Is all simply an act – I am within each of you,

I have been hurt by a friend,
I have cried in wonder,
I have questioned the end,
I have made a thousand blunders,
I have felt sick at the thought
of what I must to do to make it right,

And I see them approach with nails,
And I feel no fear for I am fulfilling my destiny,
And I see them approach with nails,
Despite the pain I do smile at the blood,
For this is all for you,
For this is all for you,

And I wake up as myself again,
I almost forgot to breathe in my sleep,
Then I remembered it’s more than a dream.

Untitled

31/1/11
I sat in the ocean all night
the shower didn’t work
So I thought the sea might
clean my skin, let my skin be clean
for the first time since I were three

Oh, I want to be clear and clean,
Oh, I would like to be a little sane,
Oh, I wish I were three again,
I wish I had a shred of innocence,
I wish I had a little of the old me.

I stared at the stars all night
The praying didn’t work
So I thought a shooting star might
Bring my wish true, let my wish be free
for the first time since I were three.

Oh, I want to be free and open,
Oh, I would like to be a little sane,
Oh, I wish I were three again,
I wish I had a shred of innocence,
I wish I had a little less of a sin.

Well, that’s what soaps for,
I’ve lost layers of skin since then,
I am not at all the same,
The cells that were alive then are dead now,
I’ve lost layers of skin since then,
I am not at all the same.

Jesus Christ

28/1/11

Does Jesus regret it now?
Does Jesus see it as a waste of time?
‘Cause He died for our sins and here we are
all sinning once again, what a thank you gift
for three days dead, well that’s no big deal
that how I spend every weekend after a binge,
Why can’t I too be a God?

Does Jesus hold resentments
Have we made Jesus lose all interest?
‘Cause we’re no better than before He died,
in fact I’d say we’re probably worst,
And like a child we’ve thrown His attempts
back in His face, backs turned away,
Where the Hell is the faith?

Could I ask permission - could I die too,
Just for a few days to see what it was like?
They say no-one’s ever come back to tell us,
Well doesn’t that make Jesus seem so selfish,
He could have put all our minds at ease,
But now I sit here every night and wonder
why I’m alive but I’m too scared to die,
Well Jesus, I don’t want to defy my faith
‘cause I’m scared of lightning bolts from the sky,
But is that really a good enough reason
to try and believe?

Does Jesus really love us?
Or has Jesus seen more than enough?
‘Cause we are a selfish race with flaws,
I guess we do follow after him,
‘And none of us say please (save me),
And I thought ignorance was bliss, so
Why the Hell can’t I find it?

And I thought ignorance was bliss, so
why do I sit night after night
contemplating the afterlife?

Death

Death, do I float through the ceiling?
Do I sink through the floor?
Do I enter blackness?
Am I consumed by white?
I am so terrified of all the answers
but don’t you know secrets are bad for your health,
I guess as Death you don’t worry about that.
Well, can Death die?

Death, what about the soul?
And does the heart really live on?
There’s got to be a grain of truth
for the thought to have been born at all,
Everything but our spirit seems to regenerate,
The cells all divide and die and grow again,
Is the fact our heads stay the same
worth a slice of faith?

Death, I beg you do a Jesus experiment on me,
Let me die for just three days,
I swear I will keep all of your secrets,
I’ll even keep you company if it’s not too horrid,
Death, I beg you do a Jesus on me,
Let me die for just three days,
I swear I’m good at keeping secrets,
I’ll even stay with you if it’s not too scary.

Death, please address me the answers before my time,
Death, I know you know when that is, so
Death, have mercy and please address me the answers,
So I can have some kind of quality of life.

i miss you.

this is so fucking typical it's not funny but for some reason i like it XD ANGST.

26/1/11 I Miss You.

A typical ‘I love you’ song,
Yeah, get your bored ears on,
You think you’re doing me some good,
Ignoring every text and every call,
My insides feel all shuffled up
like the cards I’ll never fold for you,

I miss you baby,
I miss you,
There’s nothing else in this chorus
‘cause the verses say it all,
The most important line is this,
I miss you baby,
I miss you.

A typical ‘I miss you’ song,
Get your ‘heard it before’ ears on,
You don’t even think of me anymore,
Not bothering to reject every single call,
Just letting it float up over your head
like the love I have for you,

I miss you baby,
I miss you,
There’s nothing else in this chorus
‘cause the verses say it all,
The most important line is this;
I miss you baby,
I miss you.

A typical ‘slit my wrists’ song,
‘Cause ‘I miss the only girl’ song,
‘Poor me, pour me another’ song,
I’ll sing ‘til my lungs come up my throat,
Like the love that crushes my chest,

I miss you baby,
I miss you,
There’s nothing else in this chorus
‘cause the verses say it all,
The most important line is this;
I miss you baby,
I miss you.

Baby, I miss you,
I miss you.

Live On

14/1/11

Live On.
So I thought it was my hands
I didn’t realize the ghost of you,
My hands on the wheel but yours
appears to be gripping this too,

I thought I had a hold.

oh, you live on inside me,
directing my every move,
through all my nerves
I still feel the pain,
but oh, you live on inside me.

So whilst my hands balance
yours tighten their grip,
Thank god you are still here
so I can get through this,

So I can deal with anything.

oh, you live on inside me,
directing my every move,
through all my nerves
I still feel the pain,
but oh, you live on inside me.

Through your eyes sometimes I see
how I’ve evolved since you last saw me,
The pride, not pity that you now see,
It spurs me on now it seems.

Now I realize the last time you saw me is now.

oh, you are never far away,
oh, you do live on inside of me.

Up To Our Necks

14/1/11
This is all the way up to our necks now,
How the hell did it get so bad so fast?
I’ll swallow every drop to get it to ankle-deep,
At least I could walk a little step by step,

I feel my chest begin to tighten,
I feel the fear setting in,
I can tell there’s not long left now,
I will die well before my time
if I don’t stop saving everyone.

So this is up to your neck, not mine,
It’s just my hands that are reaching,
I don’t need to immerse myself once again,
At least one of us needs sanity.

I feel my chest begin to tighten,
I feel the fear setting in,
I can tell there’s not long left now,
I will die well before my time
if I don’t stop saving everyone.

But I held my breath again and I
dove headfirst again, and I pulled
your foot free and you floated towards
the surface, I stayed stuck in here,

I just didn’t care cause it meant you were free,
I would live forever down there if it meant
you’d be okay for a day, I just didn’t care
that the plant grabbed my leg and I’m
running out of breath.

I feel my chest begin to tighten,
I feel the fear setting in,
I can tell there’s not long left now,
I will die well before my time
‘cause I tried to save another one.

the Yellow Black Road

14/1/11

The Yellow Black Road

I thought I was doing alright,
I thought I was right on track,
Then they told me this yellow
brick road is actually deep, dark black,

You coloured over it and I didn’t even notice,
Well just how weak-willed am I?

Now there’s something wrong with you
if you find fun in fooling others,
Now there’s something wrong with me
if I let others treat me like concrete,
My body is not a footpath.

I’ve written so much today it’s a wonder
my fingers are still attached.

Life was finally turning a corner,
I was finally feeling okay,
Then they told me this yellow
brick road is actually deep, dark black,

So where the hell am I heading?

Now there’s something wrong with you
if you find fun in fooling others,
Now there’s something wrong with me
if I let others treat me like concrete,
My body is not a footpath.

Thought I was heading in the right direction,
Seems I was tricked, played for a fool,
I will not let this perturb me from my way,
I will keep fighting and take a scrape
of every recommended track from now on.

Now art is meant to be beautiful,
Why would you turn it into something so ugly?
Now art is meant to be so beautiful,
So why am I such a disgrace?

Jesus The Magician

29.1.11
Don’t you know Jesus son of God,
was so very mentally ill -
co-dependent and into self harm
at the very least,
“I will forgive all your sins
if you put nails through my wrist’

You see the kids are not all sick,
They are just following suit
of their savior– it’s called
Stigmata but really it’s
Jesus Christ possessing all these teens,

Well now where do we draw the line
between Jesus and the Devil,
I know it’s a matter of opinion,
But let’s magnify all the facts,

Jesus encouraged egomania,
Jesus encouraged the rescuer syndrome,
Jesus encouraged self-harm
And Jesus encouraged suicide,
Now not one of them is not a sin,
So just how sick was Jesus?

He could have just been a man
as so many crazy men are genius’s,
But why did God choose to raise him,
Or was Jesus a magician too?

And what do I need to do
to be guaranteed a second chance,
I swear I too will forgive every single sin,
If it means I can learn death before I die,
I would forgive every single sin,
If I too could be raised from the Dead.