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Wear your anger well inside
for all the world to see
A heavy cloak a one glove tan
And no humility
You stand inside the garden
And feast on black cherries
And sw*llow the mana from heaven
and spit out the seeds
You spread your anger and sharp edge knife
Cut my skin and make it bleed
Black pollen in its self-righteousness
You are a traitor and a thief
Choking on your unplanned words
Coughing up your lies
Tumbling from your mouth
A flurry of broken butterflies
Broken butterflies
they rest their wings snapped in two
On their way to certain death
Their colors gold and blue
With the blood that flows I can not hide
The blood covers me
Nourishes the butterflies and they are healed and are set free
I wish you had what Ruth possessed
Then I dont expect that of you
Grace and honor and faithfulness
And a love that you refused
Will you ever learn to just forgive
Will you open your beautiful eyes
And bleed the way Christ did
And fix the broken butterflies