God Crush

how easily I turned with the world dancing under my stumbling feet

like a skittish horse, believing in my own myth

but never really knowing what I wanted to begin with.

Hungry for the weight of reasons I could never bear,

to hold me in the way of what God never would.

to know how good wrong could feel

and be scarred by the light

of what omnipotence really means 

We can start again,

each second another chance for loves heart to beat, 

life deep and sweet 

pressed into this skin 

wearing 7 billion faces

each and every none of them like me