Dust of Death
They surround me and want me dead.
Hissing and wagging they’re angry heads.
I won’t be released, but still pray,
”SAve me from these beasts.”
Or Maybe just,
Lay me down in the dust of death
SHackle Me with Chains
I won’t rise Just yet
I’ll find peace in everlasting sleep
SO please, lay me down.
Oh how i cry
Day and night without rest
Abandoned and Alone
Pierced hands, nailed feet
Weak and wasted flesh
All do lead
To a sealed stone (my gravestone)
So just,
Lay me down in the dust of death
Shackle me with chains
I won’t rise just yet
I’ll find peace in everlasting sleep
Where troubled worries FInally Get buried.
And when the veil’s torn
And the sleeping saints raised,
Just remember, 3 more days
I too will rise,
leave dust and death behind
All will see: we are free
So, lay me down in the dust of death
Shackle me with chains, I will rise again
I’ll find peace, Nailed to a tree
I’ll find peace, hanging from a tree
”Cursed is he who is hung from a tree”
I’ll be a curse for all to see
So please, crucify me!