Sacred Sight

I sit upon the world, dismantled
waiting for a guiding light.
Coming forth to burn its candle
luminescent sacred sight.

Take all my silence
Take all the shame
Lack of conviction,
Anger and pain.

Pain is to glory,
and glory to god!
that all of this pain
makes me wholly unholy
I'm holy again.

I want to think maybe, I be
maybe eye will
maybe I see.
I beat blood from my brain
to fend secrecy.
will pain talk me holy?
Maybe, I be.

Reviews

[H.]

Damn, this is amazing. The puns were so well used! And you jumped between a few different types of meter, but it was very rhythmic. I'm especially fond of the beginning of the third stanza. It's a neat vessel to guide the reader to where you want him to be. X to Y, Y to Z, etc.

This is your most ambitious album to date.