Wormwood from Spirit by Irae

From Dust... To Ashes...

Weeping makes faces blood red. Eyes filled with deep darkness

There's no violence from my hands, My prayer is pure... [1] Wormwood

Justice in my hands turns to poison, righteousness buried beneath the earth [2]

Dead waters are void of movement. This womb shall not give birth [3]

My lament has no resting place, tears weighed on the scales

Defend my cause, give me grace. I dwell in the house with no return [4]

I’ve wandered aimlessly, drunk with wine and gall [5]

The fool spews threats to me. Abusive without cause. [6]

Those under the heavens, are cursed beneath the law

I will sit in silence, I too an aftermath of the fall

I am not thy equal. The abyss; my father

You have no comparable. The worm; my mother [7]

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[1] Job 16:16, 17
[2] Amos 5:7
[3] Numbers 5:17-27
[4] Job 16: 18-22
[5] Lamentations 3:19, Matthew 27:34
[6] Lamentations 3:14
[7] Job 17:14, Psalm 22:6

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