Holyname - 108

I have no emotion

I have no devotion

It’s empty motion

Oceans of notions intent on ego promotion

No elation, no devistation

Supplication seems a foreign creation

Barren and beaten and broken and bruised is the

briar-ridden

thorn-land of my heart

my cries are lies from conceitful eyes

I won’t simmer in this complacency

I won’t settle for this false me

I’ll cry it out:

Holy name.

Holy name