Wormwood

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 Wormwood Justice in my hands turns to poison, righteousness buried beneath the earth Dead waters are void of movement. This womb shall not give birth 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 I've wandered aimlessly, drunk with wine and gall The fool spews threats to me. Abusive without cause 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. You have no comparable