Me not knowing what I did could not answer for my sin;
The wisdoms of Christ compelled you not––
A shortage of cheek has brought you to the Earth––
To exercise a sacred right and issue forth my curse.
I must have robbed you from something really good––
A beautiful life and years of lessons never learned;
I must still hurt you in your core––to this day and evermore.
I must be the cause of your great strife––
I must be the thief of all your light.
I’m the reason why the machine won’t work;
it all roots back to your last day on Earth.
The wisdoms of Christ compelled us not.