Another friend called
With little time left
After the Fall
Every thought is a theft
Seeded on Sunday
A knock at the door
Fangs in a nightmare
Neck in a claw
Who comes to help?
Rapists as Saints
Hand on the Holy Book
Dripping white paint
Facing the Altar
Facing the Cross
Some yet won’t tremble
So all are still lost
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 