Dead Set

Death be my sister

Mother bore my grave

Brother is the joker

and I am the knave. 

I took all of my brilliant intentions

and paved the road to Hell. 

I dug down to brackish oil

and drank deep the dead well. 

I knew every line as I crossed it

to a long decrepit home. 

It's the only map I've ever followed;

the only place I've been alone. 

Devils fly over my pace 

Laughing that I've come back. 

Lining streets with palm leaves

They have no need to attack.

Another block another mile 

From where I'd sworn my life against. 

Forgetting all the time ticks 

And sweet drips from Father's golden lips.

Death be my sister

Mother bore my grave

Brother is the Joker

and I am the slave.

Another mile, another fence

and my hands drip the oil black.

Glazed eyes hope for paradise

but the tunnel vision doesn't slack. 

They light the ends of treadmills

and I'll walk and run until

I've stretched my clothes and arrogance

until I fit the bill. 

Plugged ears repulse the noise

of Daddy calling into wide open hope.

But I want to burn my own light

and I'll walk my plank alone. 

Soiled clothes over a forgotten clean body

I have dirt but shine clean

I know I'm full forgiven, loved.

but I don't know what I mean. 

Death be my sister

Mother bore my grave

Brother is the Joker

and I am the craved.

I'll reach the pleasures housed

with blinders up and full fumed breaths. 

After all the fights and brawls

I'll never die worse deaths. 

My pearl pure demeanor

I burned on a pagan alter. 

Worshipful deliverance

is where I ever falter. 

A dark crystal calls me 

to burn the world inside

After all, who needs the Fire

to keep a spark alive?

Daddy weeps slow burned tears

and pierces a dart in my spine. 

His poisoned cure wraps the back

of my determined mind. 

Death be my sister

Mother bore my grave

Brother is the Joker

and I conclave.

I stop and tremble down as dead

with a beating heart to argue. 

With light droplets pouring in

by love I crumble subdued. 

A cherished thought turns me 'round

Lifts my limbs and head again

Squashes my selfish sparks

and in me lets His flame begin.

My luminescent skin

copies Daddy's glow

Returned now my face floods

I know, I know He knows. 

My oiled black palms

Drip sweat upon his face. 

He squeezes painfully wringing me out

And right hand returns me to my place.

Death be my scoffer

Mother sings me to praise

Brother holds open the offer

Father pours His grace.