The Last Supper

The holy grail is pouring out the wine.

The eyes that see keep giving me star signs.

The holy monster’s tearing me apart.

The way things are is now breaking my heart.

The Light in myself won’t let me give in.

Still keep on living in all of this sin.

The blue waters will wash it all away.

In due time, everything will be okay.

The morning star is forever to stay.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

The last supper doesn’t mean there’s an end.

It’s in Jesus Christ where I found a friend.

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