broken

I’ve been broken at the foot of the cross so long
I’ve forgotten how to walk
and opening up my mouth is apparently an invitation
for “His followers” to mock.
Their blind faith in the system that prospered them
causing the misfortune of others
I’m not sure that I can continue at all
to call these people brothers.
They use the book I love - and hate
[and I used to say] “and twist it”
But I’m beginning to start to understand
the point of life, I’ve missed it.
Jesus was crushed by a rolling wheel,
and all good will be too
Choose your side, but know full well –
“Light” it seems to lose.
There is no more peace from doing right,
or sweating from the brow
And there can be no heaven later
if there is no heaven now.