remnantrising

In front of mortal eyes, I reluctantly drink Receiving the cup, terrified as I think Chancing the choke of death by the drop Awaiting fullfillment, hoping the poison will stop Doubting remission, atonement's provision My forgiveness requires all that you've given Enhancing the toxin, my sin paying dues Without the shedding of blood there is no excuse The ashes of heifers wont save me this time My transgressions cant be redeemed by the dime The Holy of Holies whispers preceeding verses Blood mixed with water, purification by churches The ceremonial nature practices patterns of things Not yet revealed to scribes or their kings The