Curse

Am I of stone or flesh

To see you slain again

To watch you writhe and bleed

Yet never once weep

I always thought that I would have fought had I been alive

I would have stayed to the end, wept at your feet, and died by your side

Yet again they beat you down and tear you

Limb from limb

But I keep my peace and my distance

How can I claim to love you

When here your body lies strewn

I dwell amongst the pieces

And never feel moved

To grieve as my own, the state of it

And give more than just passive dissent

I swore at the start, oh heart of my heart, we're one in the same

But then I kept you confined, and clearly defined, and now I don't feel a thing

Yet again, they beat you down

And tear you limb from limb

And we wash our hands then

Raise them up in remembrance

Bless you lord, leave us be, rest in peace

You're not a memory we celebrate

You're not a martyr that we venerate

And g-d forgive us if the church forgets

You are not a corpse and we're not a movement

You're alive and we're the flesh you'll wear till the worlds end

Resurrect

I feel the weight and worth in all of this that we are your embodiment

Resurrect these hearts of stone to beat with yours again for greater works as we walk as one in your likeness so that men can behold and believe