of course

drag the last breath out of the wretch    
and kneel before the altar    
of yourself forgiven    
   
god is warming the bench    
play hard human    
these lights are blinding    
   
of course it's a gamble    
   
win in these fragile moments    
that scream strength in vulnerability    
   
of course this moment can't last    
   
win in the temporary    
forever lasts longer than the question    
and the blood in me that asks    
would rather boil over enraged  
than coagulate cold    
on the marble flooring    
of eternity    
   
of course the gamble    
crushes the mostly man    
but the artist    
transcends god    
   
rebellion and redemption become one    
when something impossible is made