Resurrection - Sixth Communion - Christian Death

The ceremony cradles my head in trance

I brush dust from my teeth

Fleeing hands and spiders plead for salvation

They wash the clawed feet of a priest

Ritual mockery, rectified doubt

I’m holding with arms open wide

Sleeping endless sleep on a bed of nails

Wake me up with your kiss

I’m waiting for confirmation

I’m waiting for confrontation

I’m waiting for contemplation

Waiting for a place to lay my body down

The proud encasings of another’s soul

Buried deep 'neath the shroud

Flourished with the venom of a serpent’s son

I close my eyes, retreat

The prayer hand lays down on the edge of my sleep

Sister Death in leper’s guise

Through crimson eyes of the Holy One

Everyone will learn to see

I’m waiting for confrontation

I’m waiting for contemplation

I’m waiting for confirmation

Waiting for a place to lay my body down

Invitations are invocations

To the bloody red sheets

The circle is broken by the silence

The sacrifice of one

I’m waiting for confirmation

I’m waiting for confrontation

I’m waiting for contemplation

Waiting for a place to lay my body down

Resurrection, past discretions

Resurrection, last discretion

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