From the Gates of Your Father

Here I stand
Laughing,
Pointing
At my empty grave.

There you lay
Sobbing,
Shaking
In the church of your Father.

Kill me, please,
When you stop loving me.

Here I lay
Shaking,
Sobbing
With your heart in my grave.

There you stand
Pointing,
Laughing
From the gates of your Father.