I lay my body on the altar
Allowing the blood to drain
From my hungering veins
And empty onto the cold floor
My life craves a strength
My flesh can not supply
It requires a force much more
If my soul is willing but my body is weak
Then I pray for the strength
To slay this body and free
The soul that is currently linked
To this fallen beast
This flesh is a slave to so many things
Chained by the fruit of that forbidden tree
Those chains
Forged and made
By the hands that would soon be wearing them
Separation, exiled
From the holy blood
That would make us whole
Yet the lamb came
To claim
Our place
On that bloodied stone
He was slain
To pay
The debt we owed
My body is on this altar
Not because of my righteousness
But because I have chosen to join
My king in his death
To empty my veins
To make way
For the strength
Of the lamb who was slain
On that beautiful day

Let these words form a story
Allow them to call and respond
To the heavens
To yell their worth through the atmosphere
Let them demand the respect inherent
To a grandiose epic
There is power
In lines
In words
When drafted into a great army
They can bring hope
Or flourish the lack thereof
They can break the strong
And mend the weak
They steal from the rich
And give to the poor
They are hero and villain
They hold their own prejudices
Their own biases
They are strikingly human
As human as the lips that birth them