been thinkin

My religion is blood and broken bones.
A God humiliated by spit and laughter,
and three nails planted in his body.
A God who cries, and smiles.
Who loves the hands that beat him and slap him.

My God made both snakes and butterflies,
and thats not strange at all. Cause ya know,
He also heals me with his wounds. He HEALS me
with his WOUNDS.