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brain itches Theme by Adam Holwerda.

The Holy Trinity

You were the youngest of three, brought a whole scene down to its knees
Always put the weight of the world on your shoulders, you are no Hercules,
Said, “they didn’t mean that much to me”
Bit off more than you could handle, but you threw it away because you could
Your followers forget your present future and stay focused on your past
They’d rather remember your worth than dwell on the lack of talent you once had
Set out for a life of your own, changed states, changed accents
But you’ll always be the same boy you left boxed up at home


They were submerged in the river up to their ankles by God’s hand
Held them above water for he did not want them to be better than him


Eldest of three, you were praised and groomed before you could speak
Left your own village, now you wander the streets
Convinced yourself you’re gonna perish for all of our sins
Just let it go, you cannot save this
Heat your chains till they’re smoldering hot, wither the ties to your family
Let the cuffs fall from your heart, does your new breath set you free?
Is it everything you thought it’d be?
You cut down a forest worth of trees, built a new home for your friends
Started new projects, but you ran out of nails to finish them


They were submerged in the river up to their ankles by God’s hand
Held them above water for he did not want them to be better than him


Stuck in the middle you stood up on your own
Hell branded into your chest, took his hand-me-downs, loved the feeling they left
Made your own name, now you lead a cult
Started a revolution with words; Gandhi would have loved the way you spoke
The most prolific of them all, who would have thought,
The death of your insides would make you so loved
Your blood brothers turned their backs on you,
But no one said you needed two to steer your ship, you are your own crew


They were submerged in the river up to their ankles by God’s hand
Held them above water for he did not want them to be better than him


Their obituaries were written by the time they were each 23
And their grave markers will scream,
“My first act was my best, but please, I hope that’s not how you remember me”
“My blood was my downfall, now I’ll wander eternity for blessed hope”
“I spend my days with Cain for I am not Abel”