Resurrection - Sixth Communion

The ceremony cradles my head in trance
I brush dust from my teeth
Fleeing hands and spiders plead for salvation
And 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 soul buried deep 'neath the shroud
Flourished with the venom of the 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
A 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
Confessions - confessions
Confessions - confessions
Incomplete resurrection

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