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Atonement

It beckons, a wounded foal

It cries for the mother

No comfort; the wind blows

It feels like shards of glass

Chewing on the end

Accepting the path and the blood that flows

A man can not atone for the sin of the father

Tight chest short of breath it grows and grows and grows

Drown in the dark, struggle in the chill

Smothering myself until my guts start to spill

What the fuck can I do

Chained to the bottom of the lake

Lungs full of water they ache and ache

Pain in my chest

As fucked as it may seem don’t hold me culpable for the deepest darkest deeds

Pain in my chеst need to decompress

I accept thе sin of the father

No hate held in my heart

And I condemn the progenitor

Tear out the fucking tongue

Tend your own flock the starving wolf knocks

Tearing away the fabric of what I know has blinded me

Hacking and slashing to the bone I relish in misery

Killing the progenitor to stunt the father’s sins

Amid a bed of death I witness the vultures closing in

Blood soaked redemption

Don’t want your fucking thoughts

Don’t need your help

While you keep looking down on us we do it by ourselves

Don’t need your help