I need a miracle to save my soul
From digging into ground below my hope
My hands covered in soil feel worn and dull
Like knives drawn in past anger near your throat
Unsharpened faith will leave me nothing more
Than blades beneath blue waters -- rusting, old
Until they wash upon your distant shore
Surviving stories never to be told
My grave is deeper than the pain you gave
Red clay and dirt resemble bloodied wine
Reminders of my scar, the life we made
A symbol from a softer place and time
I used to believe in resurrection
Until someone murdered your affection
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