The Wrong You Raised

What became of redemption

Those howls in warned revivals held intimations

Sterile yearn no ends while fractured

Observant while diseased

Wish I would, but never could

Set the blaze to burn you at the stake

Got my eye on you

Got my hands on you

I am the wrong you raised

I was the first fire to smolder

I was the last forgotten

I was the first in drifting days

I was the last in fatal fears

What became of the thorn

What became of the vow in suffering

What became of sympathy

What became of quilted deliverance

I am the wrong you raised

I went out of my way to get you out of the way

My resolve - I cut you down