I Am the Lion

Son of Mine!

Can you hear the sound

of this repetition as clockwork?

I’m always peeling back your skin

to rip the legions FROM YOUR HEART.

Every scar you leave yourself

is a jewel in the making.

I would give new passion yet

you’ve turned your back.

Like a devil of details cut your throat

you’re so addicted!

You’ll swing the hammer

and I’ll turn your nails to gold!

Like a devil of details

you’re so addicted

You’ll swing the hammer

and I’ll turn your nails to gold

You will know My voice

when the hair on your neck stands up

I opened this door, and I will bring the End

All gives way and all will fall

to their knees and beg for grace

Son of Mine

these letters I swear have not been burnt

My heart a child trembling in sight of his wake

Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

I know now what it is to be helpless like a foot on my neck to the ground

I’m longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

Here I am

I await You

My heart a child trembling in sight of his wake

Is longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

I know now what it is to be helpless like a foot on my neck to the ground

I’m longing to rest in the hollow of Your hand

You will know My voice

Here I am

I am the Lion

Clear the path

I am the Lion

You brood of snakes

I am the Lion