Open bottles of wine
To ease a broken spirit
At work, the floor like battlefields, scarred comrades serving the food rations
The 7th heaven looks down on us with Pity,
News articles circulating cities, will we make the cut for glory?
Retrograde, repetitive thought process,
Simplistic script, Here's your receipt.
I know God is a better writer than this.
Where's my helmet? Shots are being fired again
Forget the helmet, they gave me latex gloves to cover up my beautifully anointed hands.
That's the only armor they'll give me;
At least I have a badge
"Do you have a club card?"
I only seek God, that is it.
John is a GOOD manager, I hope he knows that.
Burnt out from previous occupations, seeking resurrection.
"Would you like a water cup with that?"
Fixing what I can with obstructed time, blocking isn't quite right
The rhythm of my heartbeat is learning to synchronize still
"I don't have enough ones in my till"
Cosmological clock, fixated in a principled universe,
Different cultures bred different versions of me
I hope you understand how psychedelic traveling can be.
"Oh could you sign a copy of your receipt"
I have one thousand things on my mind but that's all that comes out.
Thank you if you ever cared about my soul,
Thank you if you ever stopped to listen.
Thank you for your hugs,
Thank you for visiting me in the hospital when I was sick,
Thank you for teaching me when I was a fool.
Thank you for your rebukes when I was in the wrong.
Thank you for your help.
Thank you for showing me God.
"Hello ! How can I help you today?"