Checking for Pulse

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At times like these it all feels so little
Light a candle. Hold a vigil
The voice of truth is freedom
And a riot is the language of the unheard
I’m protecting you from what I could be
When I offer up my words
I will not dam up this river of turmoil
I will not hold back a reservoir of pain
But I will dig a ditch of irrigation
In desperation, and search of a fertile plain
In hopes the dry desert that is your heart
Knows somewhere how it suffers from lack of rain
I am through with building bridges
You burn down despite your place
I was standing beneath it looking up
And you had no nose on your face
My heart, it’s in its rightful place
And the water is at my sleeve
I’ll invite you to the life raft you forced me in
And I don’t give two fucks what you believe
“The river is only 6,000 years old”
And you’re not persecuting my people
You’re only doing what your told
I suggest you revisit your Basic Instructions
Before Leaving Earth
You’ll find love and hate are as intertwined
As conjoined twins at birth
Faith in search of gold
It’s time to brake out the frankincense and myrrh
49 of God’s children died for your sins
When hatred is the pot you stir
Cling to your cross and blame it on the crescent moon
Different words to the same song
When you’re humming the same damn tune
You sing a dirge over the living
You pronounce us dead in our sins
But all the flies at the wake
Are burrowing their larva in your skin
Lazarus come forth! And change your every definition
Of love, of marriage, of who can be god’s children
I don’t know about resurrection
But I still believe in redemption
No exemption, no exclusionary clause
It’s not too late for you to join liberation’s cause
Let the gay pride parade light your way
Let a bisexual be your eyes
Let a drag queen remove your gauze
You can light a candle. And she can sing at your vigil
At times like these it seems like so little
But it’s not everyday the dead in Christ arise
To live in love, in love, in love
Three times for the father, son and holy dove
Whatever spirit drives justice roll on like a river
If god is anything, she’s nothing if not a giver
Let it rise from below let it rain down from above
Until no dam is high enough,
Until there is a literal flood
Until two of every kind on this sinking ark
Can find sanction for their love

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