Isaiah 25:8 

Faces painted in anguish

Dangerous ash in the broken sky

Changing our trust in a lie

.

Gunshots are marked within us

Just like the wounds we cannot bear

.

Scars are coated with fresh blood again and again

Hands are bathing into dirty mud

The battles they try to fight

But they’re losing

.

Will there be a change,

Will there be a blessing from heaven?,

So we will fall down onto our tired knees in respect,

(And we don’t think.)

.

Because dear God,

We are bleeding empty in this world that’s also a cracked sink

And the gunshots and their bullets are bursting through our heads

Dear God, all of this hurts..


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