Seeking for the balance in it all
Measuring our hearts against the weight of another’s failure
As we exploit celebrity demons to distract from layman skeletons
Our stones cast of our wounds that fester
The spitting image of innocence lost
Sins trafficking hearts like an inner child molester

Tempted by the promise of pleasure without regard for the cost
Forgiveness was never meant to endorse the permission to betray
Or have a casual attitude towards our failures and those we hurt along the way

We are all of us guilty to varying degrees
But we’re still called to love the unlovely and our enemies
Even if my truest adversary is that which resides in me
When we’ve all propensities to cry wolf in the mirror of our own depravity

How do we weigh the scales of justice torn by mercy
When we’ve all got blood on our hands
Partial to our own relative struggles
Constructing castles made of wasted time, these empires of sand

Cast crowns before your stones at the feet of the least
When we are but murders on crosses and there is no such thing as innocence amongst humanity
Wielding wicked gavels, our judgments pronounced in self defeat
Disillusion the glory in your pride when self confidence is vanity

Learning how to love a monster when the reality is ugly
Sheltering confessions in the clever word play
Making art of censored stories, masked vulnerability
Silhouette shadow puppets in the shape the naked things I say

Limelight outlines and body counts of influencer tides
Oceans of blood for battle ships and souls thrown overboard
Twisted appetites of glutton flesh and cancerous insides
Decays of decadence devastated by the deviance of understudies for lawless overlords

Great evils and greater grace
Severity of these infected scars
Making bleeding more approachable when death is written in poetic bars

Take the teeth from the bite when all that’s left is the bark
Unintimidated as we tame the bull
All that’s left is ashes when pain is a fleeting spark
Wisdom found in the aftermath of how we’ve all been played a fool

Not of flesh and blood but invisible marionettes that contort this body broken
Forging a way back to honor and integrity to make amends
Nothing can compensate for the change we fail to make on the other side of apologies spoken
Will we find penance before the season of redemption ends…