AS I LAY DYING

AS I LAY DYING

As I lay dying, I realize what I leave behind,

Nothing… nothing is what you’ll find,

For every reason has been taken from me,

Stolen by kindred thieves it seems to be,

Was it jealousy that sparked the debauchery in their eyes?

Immoral self-indulgence by “Christian” folk to my surprise,

They should be ashamed to give themselves such a moniker,

Judas I see, but Christ never stooped to such a level as theirs,

Holy and Pure was he without sin,

Do they think they live a life with such purity within,

That their judgment is the be all end all?

I think not, from grace they took a mighty fall,

I could turn the other cheek,

But that would merely show me as being weak,

An eye for an eye,

That is what I lived by,

It’s a shame for in them I once admired and adored,

Now here I lie face down and in my back is each one’s sword,

They’ll tell you now it’s no big deal,

But as I lay dying, a life did they steal.

-brad