hoped in a future quietness
between my shoulders and my head
used to draw up loud
and combustible
use to put foot to mouth
not knowing i was foolish
not knowing i wasn't true
nor could i be
how easy it is to be untruthful
i lay my chains before
whose pearly gate?
remembering the bonds of paul
the stoning of stephen
the beheading of john
am i supposed to be fancy?
laying low has made me cheerless
waiting on God as usual