HOLY GHOST
THE SACRED
PRISM
I INSIDE EACH
CRITICISM
STAND BEFORE
YOU
IN MY
BLEEDING
CRIMSON WOUND
AM I MY
PLEADING
WRITE
MY WORDS
UPON THE SKY
I OUTSIDE
EACH
WATCHFUL EYE
STANDING ON
A SEA
OF TEARS
HOLY LIGHT
IMPALES
MY FEARS
NAKED ME
THE FLESH
NOW QUICKENS
MYSTICISM
HOW IT
SICKENS
WORDS
THAT HAMMER
IN THE NAILS
RUTHLESS WORLD
WHICH STILL
PREVAILS
Robert Parker Jameson April 4, 2009