Austin Lucas
feast
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Crosses worn by men
Are paper thin
Their light shines from within
A wreath of flame
You hail the splintered wood
And bloody thorn
And burn the book of names
When judgement comes
Feast you lion
On the supple lamb
Hallelujah amen
Thereâs a sad black thing
You pass for an arm
Itâs tied slender strings
Around our hearts
Our spirits burn in the flames
Our voices drown in the zealotry
Our bodies give âneath the strain of the weight
Feast you lion
On the supple lamb
Hallelujah amen