Iron cracking into bone, agonal breathing, screaming.
This is Who I belong to.
Side of flesh ripped and gushing the elements of the sacraments I partake in
This is Who I belong to.
Laughing with his friends on the shore
while he makes them breakfast
This is Who I belong to
The one who did so many good, miraculous, healing things
that the world could not contain them all in on parchment
This is Who I Belong To
When she was shamed for pouring her priceless gift on his feet
instead of selling it for coin
he honored all she had to offer
This is Who I Belong To
extending his love and wisdom to an adulterous heretic
This is Who I Belong To.
To the antagonizing BELITTLING fighting GATEKEEPERS |lines|In|the|Sand|:
Though you will feast with me
you do not set the parameters of the feast
thought you will sit by me
you do not choose who enters this banquet
(neither do I, thank Heaven)
the seating arrangements were never up to us
and no matter what you insist upon
the man who invites all to the wedding feast
Is Who I Belong To.
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